17. April
17
April
T he whole intent of leaving my old life was to experience those things in life I thought I wanted. I hated thinking about Paul while I had Ethan’s dick in my mouth, but I did. He fought my desire to give him a blow-job and have him come in my mouth. And forget kissing me afterward. Anytime I did have his dick in my mouth, he made me leave and brush my teeth before he would kiss me again.
In my soul, I knew Ethan was different. I knew he would allow every sexual fantasy I had to come true. I trusted him. I trusted what we had.
I moved him deep into my mouth and held him there, massaging his cock with the tip of my tongue. He rewarded my skill with several moans and whispered my name. I moved my head back and forth, both hands working in unison.
A part of me feared the load I’d have to swallow. Ethan was a big man with a big dick, and therefore, I assumed he’d have a big load .
I moved faster, a slobbering sound filling the room. Ethan moaned louder, and he tensed. His fingers raked through my hair, and then several jets of sperm hit the back of my throat.
I swallowed as fast as I could, taking every ounce of him down my throat. Even when I thought he’d finished, I kept his cock in my mouth. I wanted to enjoy that power I had over him. I think he knew I had that power because he didn’t move.
“Come up here, baby,” he said.
I stood and pulled off his boots and jeans. He scooted up the bed, and I crawled up between his legs and lay on his chest. We kissed long and hard, and I knew he tasted himself on me. I’d made sure to leave a sample on my lips. He didn’t pull away. It seemed the whole thing made him kiss me more intensely.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked, hopeful I’d made an impression.
“Fuck, yeah. It’s nice to have a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it.” He held me up and started sliding down the bed. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the wall, my pussy just above his mouth.
“You’re fucking turning me on,” I said. “We may never leave the room.”
Ethan pulled on my hips, and I dropped onto his mouth, his tongue shoving up into my hole. I rocked back and forth, and although Paul never allowed this, I stopped thinking about Paul right then and there. Instead, I gave myself over entirely to Ethan.
I rocked on Ethan’s face as if I were riding a horse and not once did he try to slow my movements. I fought the urge to come, wanting the ecstasy to last as long as possible. A few minutes later, I had the most intense orgasm of my life.
I slowed and slid back, running my drenched pussy down Ethan’s chest and stomach. He pulled me down for a kiss, and another first happened with Ethan. I tasted myself for the first time and fucking loved it.
“This is going to work out,” I said. I put my hands on his chest and rested my chin on my hands. “Thank you for everything you’ve done, Ethan. Not many guys your age have that in them. Wait.” I placed a finger against his lips. “Not many men, period, have that in them.”
“We’ve got a lot to think about,” he said. “Where we’re going to live for one. This place is a little rough.”
“You think?” I giggled and stared into his eyes. I could truly see into his soul. “I’ll sell the house, and we can buy a place close to the club. I know we won’t always be able to stay there, but it’s a place we can go to be alone.”
“My apartment until then?” he asked.
“Until then,” I said. I slipped from the bed and went to the bathroom door. I stood in the doorway and motioned to Ethan with a finger.
“Glutton for punishment,” he said.
I giggled. “Honestly, I want to suck your dick again. I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of that. I have a lot of lost time to make up for.”
“Lucky for you, I think I’ve reloaded by now.”
Ethan reached into the shower and started the water. I could see his ass through the mirror. The width of his back and the small waist. He had large legs and an unmatched beauty. I didn’t think I’d ever run out of sexual fantasies with the man.
He stepped into the shower, and I followed, except I went straight to my knees, worshiping the man and his cock.