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“Jesus. Look at you,” he growls.“I need to use the restroom for, like, two minutes, but don’t youdare get dressed before I come back.”
I smile and nod, and he flies pastme. I hear the toilet flush, the faucet, even the shower,everything’s very quick, while I leisurely walk around the roomwrapped in a towel, using a second one to slowly dry my long,dripping hair.
Before I know it, he’s back, hishair wet, too. “That’s not fair,” I whine. “You look so fucking hotnow.”
He smiles and grabs me, presses metightly to himself, one hand gripping the back of my neck, theother on my waist and sliding down the slope of my ass. My arms arearound him as we give each other the world’s deepest kiss, alllashing tongues and scraping teeth.
“I wish I could inhale you,” hesays and digs into my ass.
“I’ve been dreaming of your dick.You have to let me suck you off,” I plead.
“Next time, I promise,” he says.“We’re down to our last condom anyway.”
The towels are off and his handsare everywhere, grabbing, squeezing, and he’s anything butgentle.
“I know exactly what I want todo,” he growls into my mouth. His eyes are positively incandescent.“I will lick you all over, every single inch of you, then I’m gonnaeat you out until you come, and then I will pin your ankles by yourears so you’re folded over like a goddamn taco, and then I willfuck you until you see stars. How does that sound?”
I shiver with delight. “It soundsamazing.”
****
One very happy stuffed taco and along joint shower later, I get my wish to suck Chris off. Ilove giving head. He sits on the edge of the bed with legsspread out, propping himself on his arms behind his back, and I amfocused on the sounds he’s making, and he’s making the best sounds.Male moaning is like catnip to me, and his is still very new. Ilove that I can do this for him.
His eyes are closed and he’scompletely in my hands. My chest aches with how gorgeous he is. Thehair is half wet without any attempt at a hairstyle and he’s gotserious scruff that has properly exfoliated my face and the insideof my thighs. It hurts how much I want to give him pleasure, howmuch it means that he can enjoy himself with me, how much I want togive this to him because of him, not because I’m supposed tobecause he ate me out, and not even because doing this turns me on,and it does, it really really does, so much that I am contemplatingif I can actually rub my clit with my left hand, but I give up onthe idea and instead focus on his dick, on sucking, licking,stroking, and I use the other hand to gently massage his balls.
“Move your hips a little towardme, just a little,” I whisper. When he looks confused, I say, “Iwant to reach a spot I think you’d like.” He inches toward me alittle more, and I say, “Perfect.”
I could go for his ass, but Idon’t want to, not yet, and I don’t know if he’s into it. But I cando the next best thing. So I massage his balls, gently cup and tugthem as I suck on his beautiful cock. His breath grows ragged. Iwork him over with languid tongue strokes and hand twists, but Iset out to find a specific spot behind the balls, in his taint. Istop my ministrations of his cock for a moment to lick my index andmiddle fingers and hold them up for him to see, and he looksconfused. I return to his dick and suck and lick and stroke it withmy right hand, but with my two wet fingers I press and rub thetaint, that small patch of unnerved flesh that holds the gateway togreat pleasure. I go slowly, very slowly, pressing points meremillimeters apart, until he stiffens, and I know I’ve got it.
“This feels weird,” he says.
“Like you’re gonna pee maybe?”
“Why … yeah.”
“That means I’m where I amsupposed to be. Just relax and enjoy.”
Now that I have found the route tohis prostate, I press harder with the two fingers, and I pick upthe pace with my mouth and my hand on his dick. His moaning growslouder, he sounds like he’s about to cry, and his hips startthrusting a bit into my mouth.
“Fuck. What are you doing tome?”
“Mghm,” I answer and keep rubbing,sucking, licking, his hips bringing him deeper into my throat, andI’ve honestly never wished I had another hand more than I do now,because I really really could use one on my clit right aboutnow.
He’s bucking like crazy now, soit’s hard for me to stay in the spot where I need him—I will so usea vibrator for this next time, he’s gonna love it—
“Roxie,” he says, panting, “I’mabout to blow, so if you wanna get off…”
“Mm-hmm,” I say, pressing harderon that spot in his taint that he likes and squeezing the base ofhis cock, and I bring my mouth down so I take more of him than everbefore, his head hitting the back of my throat. I feel him grow andswell in my palm, and the bucks twice, three times, then stiffens,he’s stiff as a board for a second, and I pull back a little andlet that gorgeous cock coat the back of my tongue, as he lets outthe most wonderful moans I’ve ever heard from a man.
He drops from his hands down ontohis back, dick and balls drained, and I look at them with glee.
“What have you done to me?” heasks.
“A little prostate massage.” Igrin. “I take it you’ve not had it done before.”
“Not like this, no. Jesus. I feellike I came with my whole body.”
“It’s even better through theass.”
