Chapter 18 #3
“Well, that’s OK,” I say thoughtfully. Actually, this isn’t a bad idea.
“In fact, why don’t you let me continue, and go ahead and enjoy it as much as you like.
I’ll swallow when you come, that’s fine with me.
And then when we get down to it,” I continue, licking him again wickedly and making him jolt, ooh, this really IS fun , “we’ll enjoy it all the more, and for longer. ”
He stares at me with an astonished, disbelieving expression I wish I could capture and keep forever, one I know I will never forget either way, and I giggle. He nods, still stunned, and I smile at him wickedly before resuming fucking him with my mouth.
Dean tastes gorgeous, from the shower-fresh taste of his shaft to the delicious saltiness of the pre-come flowing from his helmet.
I’m almost sorry when I hear his breath come hard and fast, and his thighs judder under my hands, and his hands clutch and twist at my sheets…
ye p, that’s my cue. I take his length in as far as I can manage, relaxing my throat and swallowing as he releases.
He’s bowed almost double and fitfully stroking my hair as he comes from his first ever blowjob.
There’s a soft thud as his head collapses back on the pillow, and he pants for breath. He looks like he’s seeing stars, and maybe a few gods…
As for me…I find myself at a bit of a loss.
I know he enjoyed himself, but that was one hell of an experience for me , too, gratifying like never before in my life.
I didn’t expect to feel such pride. What would he like me to do now?
Should I hold him? Should I sit on his face?
I want to do both, simultaneously, and that would be impossible.
He turns his head so he can see me, and offers me a shocked smile. I honestly thought I was going to die, he chuckles breathlessly, and I’d have done it, happily.
I beam at him, leaning my head against his thigh and sighing happily. Giving oral sex usually makes me feel powerful, in control, but I feel almost vulnerable, lying here and looking up at his happy face. “So, safe to say you enjoyed that, then?”
He gives me a ‘well, duh ’ look, and crooks his finger at me to beckon me closer. When I oblige, I am wrapped once more in his arms as he covers my face in gentle kisses. We rest our heads on the same pillow, gazing at each other. Thank you, he says.
I shake my head. “You don’t have to thank me for that, it was a pleasure,” I say, running my fingers down his face. And I mean it.
Yes I do. His smile dissolves into a more serious, determined look, and he leans up on one elbow to look down at me. I want to make you feel what I felt. Will you tell me how?
Well, if that’s not the greatest question I’ve ever been asked…
I nod. He gives me a slow, affectionate kiss, making me squirm happily. He trails a single finger slowly, lightly, down my forehead and over the bridge of my nose…over my lips, where I manage to catch his digit with a tiny kiss, making him smile…and then he continues trailing it down my neck…
He lingers at the centre of my bra, my very best underwear set for the occasion, and his fingertip edges underneath, where the underwire meets in the middle. OK with you if I took this off? He signs one handed.
“It absolutely would.” I can feel my nipples tightening in anticipation of being bared to his gaze. I have the sluttiest nips. Pair of good time girls, always craving attention. I highbeam at the drop of a hat.
I lean up so I can reach back and unhook my bra, to save him the trouble, and throw it off down the side of the bed. He stares at me ravenously, watching in fascination as the tips harden before his eyes. I don’t have the largest breasts in the world, but clearly he likes what he sees.
“I’d like it if you touched me,” I whisper. His eyes flare, and it feels electric as his fingers trail gently, gently across the light swell. His thumb runs across my nipple, and I make a soft, encouraging noise, so he does it again, a little harder.
Just as I’m about to invite him to use his lips, he leans down and presses a kiss in the centre of my chest, and somehow that feeling zings right to my clit. Slowly enough to make me want to beg, he moves across to the nipple he just caressed with his thumb and licks it, just once, in a circle.
I don’t know if it’s the newness or his inexperience that’s making everything so much more erotic and intense, but I am here for it . Just his tentative, experimental licks are doing more for me than anything my last bed partner did. And the one before that, come to think of it.
I moan in encouragement as he lavishes the same attention on my other breast, his fingers wandering down to my mound.
His own breath catches as he carefully eases my knickers off and feels how wet he’s making me.
I feel his cock start to twitch back to life against my thigh.
His touch is so light, as though he’s afraid to hurt me, and I press against his hand to urge him on.
I let him feel me, knowing this is exploratory for him, and his fingers respond, circling me slowly on the way down to my entrance.
Giving me an uncertain look that makes me want to hug him, he slowly eases his middle finger inside me, and I gasp.
I’m so worked up that I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet, and he’s hardly begun.
He presses lightly against my top wall, and I realise what he’s looking for.
He’s almost there, just slightly off. I reach down and take his wrist, looking him in the eye as I use it to guide his finger to the right place.
“There,” I murmur as he touches my G spot, and his eyes flare.
“Gentle pressure.” He nods, doing exactly as I tell him.
Oh, sweet Christmas…
I undulate my hips in time to his ministrations, helping him, and good golly Miss Molly, that feels dreamy.
Looking thoroughly aroused and under the spell of some sort of untapped animal instinct, he trails kisses down my stomach, across my hips, and I hold my breath as he parts my legs a little further and gazes on the very heart of me.
He looks both reverent, as if he’s looking upon my very soul, and smouldering with just barely banked, devilish lust.
Tell me what to do , he says, I don’t want to get it wrong.
I swallow hard. I can still taste faint traces of his orgasm. Now he may very well taste mine.
“OK,” I whisper. I lean up on one elbow and reach down, parting my lips and tapping my swollen clitoris. “Here. Focus here. And…and if you can, keep doing what you’re doing to my G spot at the same time.”
He surprises me. Instead of making straight for ground zero, he settles between my legs and runs the tenderest kisses up my inner thigh. He takes his time, perhaps to tease me, perhaps to allow himself time to steady his own nerves. But that first lick…my god.
My god.
He runs his tongue in one long lick up my seam, an experimental taste. I will be glad until my dying day that I watched him do it, because otherwise I would have missed that fiery look in his eyes. His fingers bite reflexively into my thighs as he licks me again…and then again…
He’s like a man who crawled halfway across the desert and found an oasis of cool water.
He runs his tongue all over me with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever had from anyone else, spending a few moments on my clit, then lapping at the rest of me, as though I’m unimaginably delicious and he’s starving.
I’m seeing stars, panting and moaning and crying out.
The soles of my feet are on fire, and fireworks tickle along my nerve endings like a warning of the orgasm to come.
And then, ohhhhh , then he takes my labia and kind of… tugs on them with his lips, just a little. But my toes curl , especially when he follows it by running his tongue along them, still keeping the same pressure on my inner walls.
“Fuck,” I gasp, and he stops abruptly, looking concerned. “Don’tyoufuckingdarestop,” I cry through gritted teeth, grabbing at his hair and guiding his head back where it was.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. I shift so his tongue is closest to my clit, and he takes the hint, eagerly circling it over and over, and I lose all control. I feel a tight pull towards my climax, and I race after it, knowing that this is going to be a big one.
I damn near scream. I’m rigid and vibrating under his touch, and it’s like dynamite. I have never, ever come so hard without the use of my favourite Tracy’s Dog vibrator before. This is magic. Screw science, magic is real, and I just had sparkling, fizzing proof of that.
That was his first time giving oral sex?!
Heaven help me when he’s had practice. I’ll be half dead with pleasure.
Dean keeps going until he’s sure he’s wrung out every last throb of my orgasm, and then he climbs back up me like a wild animal, kissing me in a fury of lust. I can taste myself on him, and this is without a doubt the hottest moment of my life.
Right.Let’s make this hotter still.
I can’t wait for this next part. To see his face as I sink down on him…
I roll us over until I’m on top of him, and he leans up and kisses me some more, as though he’s reluctant to stop. Reaching down, I line us up until he’s just notched inside me. His eyes widen and he gasps. Wait, he says, condom -
“I’m happy to go without, if you are?” I murmur, smiling sheepishly.
“We probably should have discussed this before, but…” I shiver, feeling him pulsing fitfully at my entrance, and try to get back to the subject at hand.
“But… I have an IUD, and I had a full screen after my last partner. I always do. I tested negative.” I smooth a lock of hair out of his face.
“And besides…I want to feel you. And I want this to be the best for you that it can possibly be.”
He’s silent for a long moment. And then he takes my hand in his, laces our fingers together like a hinge, and nods, giving me the go-ahead.
I don’t know who gasps more as I finally sheath him to the root, him or me.
I feel so full, that delicious stretch I enjoy so much pulling me into a blissed out state.
I’m fascinated more than anything by his face, the shock, the heat, the ache, the warmth sinking into pleasure.
His eyes close, and he bites his lip, concentrating hard, frowning as he slowly lifts his hips up to thrust into me.
He may have only come a short while ago, but I can tell he’s feeling the urge to thrust and fuck, to chase another already.
My heart softens. As delicious as this feels for me, I don’t think he can hang on long enough for me to get there, too, and I can’t blame him. Besides, he got me off quite spectacularly on his first try. Can’t really say fairer than that.
So I smooth my hands up his tank top until they can rest in the hollow of his shoulders, and ride him, carefully and steadily.
Between his desire not to climax too soon and his involuntary thrusts and movements driven by need and sensation, it takes him a few tries to properly catch a rhythm, and I'm very much in the lead. But he gets it.
I had wondered and daydreamed beforehand how I’d be able to know he’d come.
In the absence of the usual signals you take for granted - a grunt, a moan, filthy words whispered in the heat of the moment - what will he do when the crucial moment comes?
It’s fast approaching, and it’s all so beautifully clear.
He thrusts upwards fitfully, artlessly, a slave to the sensations coursing through him.
His hands clutch at my flesh tighter and tighter, fingertips digging in helplessly.
He throws his head back into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, and gasps for air as he’s overtaken, and I feel him throb and twitch inside me as he pumps his release into me.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. It’s beautiful. It’s…almost moving.
His eyes open, and he looks lost for a moment before he comes back to the here and now, pulling me down to give me a long, sweet kiss. His arms wrap around me, and he holds me close, stroking my hair as his breathing returns to norma.
Eventually, he rolls us both to our sides, facing each other. Sorry , he says with a wry smile.
What for? I sign back.
For being pretty quick, and…I didn’t make you come during the… He trails off awkwardly.
“Oh, that’s alright,” I say sincerely, running my fingers idly down his chest. “You got me off with that amazing tongue of yours beforehand. And besides, if I’m honest, I only rarely climax during penetration while on top.” I feel myself melting into the bed, relaxing to my toes.
He gives me a curious look. Then why do you do it?
I smile. “Because it still feels really, really good.”
He grins, and then pulls me closer, holding me as I start to drift off to sleep, pleasantly smug and entirely satisfied in a way I wasn’t expecting.