CHAPTER 7 #2
I gazed into the whites of his eyes, flicking my stare from one eye to the other. “May I touch your cock?”
He smiled that beautiful smile I'd long since fallen for. “You may.”
I tried to restrain myself from attacking his shaft with the wanton lust I felt from head to toe, and instead seized the outline through the fabric.
My jaw dropped as I realised it was both an abundance of length and girth.
My heart raced at the thoughts of taking this in my mouth or in my ass.
How much could I fit? How deep would it go? And how much would it hurt?
DeShaun used a finger from his free hand to guide my chin towards his. He kissed me lightly on the lips. “Don't be afraid.”
“I'm not.”
He smiled again.
I felt my cheeks flush redder still.
His smile grew more reassuring. “I won't hurt you, I promise.”
“I know, DeShaun... I trust you.” And I did, much easier than I had with any man before him. “You can let go of me now.”
His chest inflated as he breathed deeply in, knowing surely what was to follow. He reluctantly let go of my clitty.
I kissed him again as I first raised my body to allow me to bend my legs at the knees, folding them under my rear, then I broke the kiss to slide myself slowly onto the floor and onto my knees in front of him.
He stared down at me. “You're gorgeous, Sasha.”
I kissed his knees in turn, then the insides of his legs.
He opened them wider.
I ran my hand to his crotch, finding the outline of his cock again. I made a half-fist around it and began to move it up and down.
DeShaun groaned.
I was desperate to yank his boxers down, but the visible effects of my teasing, from the changing shapes of his abs to his biceps and everywhere else, was exhilarating to me.
He stroked my hair. “Sasha, why don't we lie back on the bed together and you do this?”
I looked up to him. “No, DeShaun, you said I'm your employer.” I gripped his cock harder through the material. “I want to show you our roles outside mean nothing in here.”
A strange look crossed his face.
I felt I practically read his mind, certain he was wondering if I'd said the same thing to Joe. I had to make him forget all about Joe.
He groaned as I masturbated him through his boxers.
I pushed him back on the bed, then pulled down his underwear and stared at his beautiful cock in the dimmed light. “My black Adonis,” I remarked. “You've no idea how much I want this, DeShaun.”
“Show me,” he said, gruff-voiced.
I took hold of his naked girth in my little hand, unable to close my palm all the way around it.
I felt it throb and realised I couldn't leave it stationary, so I started to move my hand up and down.
It was so incredibly long. Much longer than any lover I'd had before.
I cast my eyes on his balls, finding them big.
Very big. I caressed them with my free hand, realising quickly how full they were.
I decided he'd suffered enough and planted my lips on one ball, kissing it.
Then I opened my mouth around it and sucked it into my mouth.
“Jeez, Sash.”
I wanked his cock faster as I switched my lips to his other ball, taking it lovingly between my lips.
His quickening breath inspired me further.
I'd fantasised about taking his cock in my mouth since I'd first laid eyes on him. Now it was literally in my palm. I dragged my lips from his testicles, leaving both coated in an abundance of saliva, and stared down at his incredible, dark shaft.
He pulsated as I slipped my hand to his base and aimed it upright.
I pushed my tongue out from my lips and made contact with his head, concentrating on the slit and licking it from top to bottom.
DeShaun moaned aloud.
I reached down to my clitty, giving her a little pull, as I wrapped my lips around the circumference of his cock's head, stretching them until finally I managed to fully envelope it. I sucked on his shaft for the first time.
His knees jolted.
I was startled. “You okay?”
“Yes,” he insisted, and gently guided my mouth back to his member.
I enjoyed the feeling of being led like that, and tacked my mouth around his head again. I teased his slit once with the tip of my tongue and dragged down his precum. I wanted to suck more of him, but there was so much of him!
“Don't be afraid,” he mumbled.
I didn't want to disappoint, and slid my mouth slowly down his girth, expanding my lips to accommodate him.
“Oh fuck, Sash, your lips are so soft.”
I guzzled on his magnificent girth.
“Jeez.”
I ploughed my mouth onwards to a deeper depth.
He took a gentle hold of my hair with his hands, holding it back from my head.
I felt inspired, and took his shaft in both my hands, feeding it into my mouth. It made the task easier and intensely more satisfying-
DeShaun groaned louder.
More satisfying, for us both.
“Don't stop, Sasha.”
I'd no intention, slurping at his cock one second and sucking it the next. This was my time to show him what he meant to me. That all the things written about me or said on my behalf by someone else were untrue. He was the one I wanted. The only one.
He was beginning to thrust his cock into my mouth.
I smiled around it, even though it was so very big and intimidating. It was infinitely more exciting.
His thrusts grew faster.
I'd gagged on smaller, and had to fight the reflex as he neared the back of my throat.
DeShaun's grip tightened on my hair.
I felt that familiar fight or flight choice rear its head, as it had every time I'd first felt a man turn more possessive with my throat in the bedroom.
He raised his head to look down at me.