Beau doesn't stop.
He continues stroking me through the first orgasm I've ever been given from someone else.And let me tell youThe ones I've given myself don't even come close to what I've just experienced. With his finger still inside me, he moves up my body and fulfills his promise to love my mouth with my taste on his tongue.
"Oh my God," I pant "That---Was---Amazing."
Beau laughs, "I don't think you could fake that kind of reaction, so I'm pretty sure your neighbors know how amazing it was."
I laugh, finally returning to earth. "You're such a jackass. Can't you let me bask in the glow of my first real orgasm?" I smile. I look over at him as he pouts. I want to do to him what he just did to me.
"Stand up and take your pants off. I want to try something," I order. His face is priceless. I snap my fingers, "Chop, chop." He looks putout but does what I've asked.
The rest of Beau's body is just as sculpted as his torso when his pants fall, nothing but bare skin remains under the soft jeans.
My mouth waters. I don't have much experience with size comparison, but to me he looks huge. He fists his big hand around himself and strokes once, twice. A drip falls from his tip. I want him in my mouth.
"What did you want me to try?" he peers at me. I position myself so my head hangs off the bed upside down, my neck cradled on the mattress.
He looks at me with a questioning gaze.
"You have to come closer Beau," I husk and lick my lips.
His eyes darken as he moves closer, "What are you up to, sweets?" I make my face as innocent as I can muster. As innocent as one can be laying naked on a bed, beckoning a man to put his dick in my mouth.
"Closer, please," he’s finally near enough to touch. I run my hand up his thigh, around to his toned ass. I pull him closer then wrap my other hand around his base. He stills as his chest expands heavily.
The underside of his cock is right above my face. Using my whole tongue, I lick from base to tip, then grip him, using the wetness I left behind to slicken my hands. His eyes are so focused on my hand that he misses me opening my mouth to take him in.
I've read about giving blow jobs like this. It maybe my first time, but hopefully he’ll enjoy it.
Beau hisses through clenched teeth as I take him deep, and he hits the back of my throat. My lips meet my fingers circling him and I suck, exactly like I kissed him the other night.
I watch his face, his eyes closed. He pants when I swirl my tongue over his tip but loses it when I hollow my cheeks to suck hard, putting pressure against his sensitive skin. His hips jerk forward, pushing him deeper into my mouth. His head falls back, he swallows, then breathes deeply to calm himself. His eyes open, and he looks down at me, not wanting to miss a moment.
"I can feel your throat squeezing me. Ohhh fuck. I'm not going to last baby." He caresses my cheek with his thumb. He stares at me with such intensity; it's almost too much. Beau's mouth opens, and he groans. "Harder," he orders and starts pumping more forcefully into my mouth. I gag a bit, but with him so deep my throat, I can only spasm around him. "Holy fuck!" he shouts and stills as he comes down my throat. I hum at the new sensation. He pulls back enough for me to swallow repeatedly.
Now that I'm done, he pulls completely out. I notice my neck is a little sore as I move back up on the bed fully.
Beau follows, pulling me close.
I'm warm and comfy and getting ready to doze off when he speaks.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" He sounds just as drowsy as me.
"Books," I mummer into his chest.
"I love books," he sighs deeply.
