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He smiled. "Good?"
"Mmm hmm. Fantastic. I never knew an orgasm could feel that good. The ones I give myself are nice, but nothing like that."
He shook his head, thinking about all the years Serena had spent 'doing it herself.' Weren't there any men where she lived who recognized what a desirable woman lived among them?
Serena looked up at Michael and smiled, feeling more content than she had in some time. He'd just given her the best orgasm of her life, and now it was time to reciprocate.
She leveled a serious look at him. "Now it's my turn. I'm going to surround your cock with my lips and take you in as deep as I can. I'm going to suck it deep and make you come."
His eyes darkened, and he gave her a lethal smile. "Give it your best shot."
She sat up on the bed and pushed her hair out of her face. The remnants of chocolate body paint still clung to her breasts.
"Let's see," she said. "How about 'Giving Great Head Oral Lotion'? In cinnamon, I think, for a little tingle action."
"Whatever you want," he said, his voice husky. "Just get your mouth on my cock."
She shivered at his command, knowing how much he had to be aching for release.
She slipped off the bed and reached for the bottle, then turned to him. "Stand up, Michael."
He stood quickly and she grasped his shorts, pulling them down his hips until they pooled at his feet. When he started to sit on the bed, she stopped him.
Serena placed an oversized pillow on the floor, and then dropped to her knees before him.
He sucked in a breath and looked down at her. She felt wicked in this subservient position, feeling for all the world like his slave, and loving every minute of it.
"You want me to watch you suck my cock this way?" he said, his voice tight with need.
"That's exactly what I want."
After uncapping the bottle, she poured some of the flavored lotion onto her palms and spread it over both her hands. She grasped his engorged shaft, sliding the lotion all over. The heat of his cock and the cool lotion were a potent combination, and she felt her body thrum to life. His shaft jumped in her hands and he groaned.
She looked up at him, smiled and leaned forward, taking just the tip into her mouth.
The head of his cock was satiny soft, and she closed her lips over it and sucked him in, inch by inch. The cinnamon tingled in her mouth, and she could imagine the tingle stimulated his cock, too.
"You have a great mouth, Serena," he managed through gasps. "Suck it in deep. Yeah, like that."
His words encouraged her. She took him in all the way in until the head bobbed against the back of her throat, and then she took him deeper, as far as she could, until she couldn't take any more of his length.
"Fuck! That's good, baby."
He grabbed the back of her head and slowly fucked her mouth, in and out. The feel of his cock sliding back and forth through her lips got her juices flowing all over again.
His movements increased, but she wanted to prolong the pleasure for him. Not yet, she thought. Not quite yet.
She sat back, admiring the way his penis glistened with moisture, and stroked the length of him with both hands.
"I don't know what I like more. Your hands on me, or that sweet mouth."
"Do you like the way I suck your cock, Michael?"
"Oh yeah, baby. You like sucking it?"
"Yes. I like it a lot. It's hard and soft at the same time, and it jerks in my mouth when I suck it."
While she spoke she continued to stroke the length of him from shaft to tip, then took his balls in her hand and lightly tugged. She drew closer, stroking it while she bent down and lathed her tongue over his balls.
"Christ!" he groaned, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut for a second. Then he looked down at her again. She felt the quiver of his legs against her each time she swiped her tongue over his tight balls.
Grasping his hips, she took him again in her mouth and began pumping her lips back and forth, her mouth gliding over the head.
"Yeah," he rasped. "Yeah, like that. I'm gonna come baby. Deep in that sweet mouth of yours."
He grasped her hair and held her there, his body trembling. She swiped her tongue around the sensitive head and he let loose a guttural moan. His balls drew up tight against her hand. With a forceful thrust of his hips he ejaculated into her mouth.
Serena swallowed every drop of his sweet juice, then licked slowly until she felt his body relax. He collapsed on the bed and she sat on her heels, smiling up at him.
"Christ, Serena," he said, shaking his head. "I've never had a blow job like that before."
Heat rose to her face. Surely a man as worldly as Michael had experienced plenty of great sex before. He was just being kind to her. But his compliment warmed her.
Climbing up on the bed, she snuggled next to him, resting her head against his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and for a few minutes neither of them spoke. Serena was content just listening to his heartbeat.
She trailed her fingertip over his chest, wrapping her fingers around the curling hairs there. She sighed and scooted closer to him, already anticipating the next time.
"I need a bath," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
"Me too." Her chocolate covered breasts stuck to his chest.
Michael rose from the bed and turned on the tub, then came back a few minutes later and held out his hand for her. He pulled her up against him, and pressed a light kiss to her lips.
She tasted herself on his lips. Sinfully erotic, knowing they'd been so intimate, unlike anything she'd ever experienced before, or likely would again. At least, not after this week.
He stepped into the tub and held out his hand, helping her, then settled her in front of him, her back resting against his chest.
The warm water felt good. Lying in Michael's arms felt better.
These moments where they snuggled together, without thoughts of sex between them, were surprisingly the most intimate.
Okay, maybe they were still thinking of sex. At least she was. But right now, the game was on pause.
He picked up a sponge and ran it over her shoulders and across her breasts, erasing all traces of the sticky chocolate.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, whispering in her ear.
She shivered at the low rumble of his voice. "Yes. Very much." Half turning, she met his gaze. "You?"
"Hell yeah. You're fantastic. I can't believe you're so inexperienced."
She smiled.
"You must be a quick study," he teased, reaching around to tickle her ribs. She shrieked with laughter and threw water at him until he pulled
her against his chest again.
She settled against him, completely content and supremely pleased with herself. For a novice at these things, so far, she seemed to be doing all right.
Chapter Seven
"How often do you masturbate, Serena?"
Serena almost dropped her fork at Michael's question. Interesting dinner conversation, to say the least.
After their relaxing bath, they'd gone back to their room to change and Michael suggested they have dinner at the resort restaurant. She was all for that. It would almost be like a date.
"Why do you want to know?" she asked, laying her fork on the plate and taking a sip of wine. The soft jazz playing and the florally scented ocean breeze cast an ambiance about the place incongruent with the subject of their conversation. Then again, Serena had found nothing about this week so far had been 'typical.'
He shrugged, his white, even teeth gleaming in the semi darkness of the tropically decorated room. His dark tan accentuated the ocean blue of his eyes. "Just wondered. You don't seem to have much of an active sex life. And you said you masturbated frequently. I was just curious as to how often."
"Usually every day," she said, figuring there was no point in trying to hide anything from him. First off, he knew her more intimately than anyone ever had. Second, they wouldn't be continuing their relationship beyond this one week together, so what did it matter what she told him?
He arched a brow and took a drink. "Daily? Are you horny a lot?"
"I guess I must be." Recalling her boring, lonely existence in Kansas wasn't how she wanted to finish off this day. Thinking about the oral delights they'd shared earlier-- that was more to her liking.
"How do you do it?"
"Do what? Masturbate?"
"Yeah."
"The usual way, I guess."
"More specific."
"Like what?"
Their waitress arrived, cleared their plates and offered them coffee, which they both declined.
The subject of masturbation temporarily cast aside with the completion of dinner, Michael scooped up the half-empty wine bottle and they left the restaurant.
Would this be another night where he would retreat to his room, leaving her alone? Maybe if she asked him to join her, they could watch a movie or do something together until bedtime.
After that she'd climb into her bed alone, as usual, thinking about the man sleeping across the hall. She'd wondered what he'd do if she went to his room, crawled under the covers, and asked him to simply hold her all night long.
