Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Daniel
Shy Nell is charming.
Playful Nell is a joy.
Eating Nell is pornographic.
Nell, mindless with lust, is a gift.
Nell coming is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
And I know I’m addicted.
I need more of this. More of her. And I’m going to do whatever I can to make sure it happens. They don’t have slopes in DC, but I’ll get another job - any other job - to be closer to her.
I didn’t know I believed in love at first sight until I met her. Well, maybe not at first sight. Want, lust at first sight, definitely. But as all the sides of Nell have come out today, I feel a little more in love with all of her.
I stroke her cheek, her neck, her collarbone, her sternum, as I wait for her to come back to me. It’s not sexual. I hope it’s grounding for her. Some small touch she can feel and make her way back to me.
When her green eyes flutter back open, my smile widens.
“How’re you doing?” I ask.
She nods and licks her swollen lips like she’s thirsty.
“I wanted to check in with you before I did anything,” I say. I don’t know why I’m explaining why I’m still inside of her, but it seemed important to let her come back to reality before I did anything else.
I slide out of her and notice her wince. I had hoped maybe we could do it again once we’ve eaten, but that wince tells me this was already too much for her. I’ll check in again in the morning.
I tie off the condom and toss it in the trashcan in the bathroom before washing my hands. I don’t mind a little cum on my sandwich, but she might not appreciate it. I smile ruefully at my own dirty thoughts.
I pick up the sandwiches and unwrap one. She sits up against the headboard and goes to take it from me, but I pull it back with a smile.
She returns my smile and rolls her eyes. Instead of biting it whole, I tear off little pieces of it and hand-feed them to her.
I’m teasing myself as I watch her pink tongue come out to meet the food, and her plump lips wrap around it. She didn’t go down on me tonight, but that’s something I really want to see soon. She shakes her head after the last piece of sandwich when I offer her mine.
She watches me as I eat cross-legged and naked. I’m hard again after watching her eat, and she notices.
“Can I?” she says softly.
I shake my head. “We don’t have to. It’ll go away on its own.”
But she doesn’t like that answer. She takes the sandwich from me and presses my chest until I’m lying on my back, with minor rearrangements, because this damn bed is so small.
If this... when this... becomes a regular thing, I need to ask for an upgrade in rooms.
She kisses the tip of my cock, and I groan, throwing my arm over my face.
She tugs at it. “Nuh uh. If you got to watch me, I get to watch you.”
I move my hand back to the bed and fist the sheet instead.
But she’s right; I want to watch this. It’s a good thing I just came, because when her lush, pink lips wrap around me, I’m a goner.
Her tongue brushes the ridge of my cock, and I moan loudly.
It spurs her on. A tiny hand joins her mouth as they work me in tandem.
She’s enthusiastically sucking, and licking, and stroking, and it doesn’t take me long to come. I hold her head in my hands.
“Baby, I’m about to...” but she takes me to the back of her throat and gags.
The squeeze of her throat around the head of my cock sets me over the edge, and I come, and come, for what feels like ever.
She swallows down every drop before pulling off of me and wiping some spittle from the corner of her mouth.
I drag her up to me and wrap my arms around her, holding her as closely as I can.
I want to praise her, to see her blush harder when I call her my ‘good girl’, but we’re done for today. And it’s like that that we fall asleep in each other’s arms, safe from the world, safe from the ‘what if’s of the future, of having ‘the talk’ where we define what we are and what we want.
We can deal with all of that tomorrow, maybe over breakfast.
But when I wake the next morning... she’s gone.