“We don’t have to do anything.” I don’t want her to feel pressured, or as though I can’t wait. But at the same time I’m hoping she’ll understand if I blow my load all over her quilt.
“I want to.” She grabs the hem of her shirt and drags it, painfully slowly, up her body.
I think it falls to the floor in a pile, but I can’t take my eyes off her naked body to check, and I don’t care if I never see it again as long as she stays bare. She tugs back the blanket and eyes the wet spot on my shorts with a knowing grin before licking her lips.
Dear God please let this woman suck my dick.
She climbs onto the bed, settling herself between my legs and tugs down my shorts, dragging her tongue down my length as she undresses me. It’s not the first time she’s given me a blowjob. She was very clear that while her broken body was out of commission, there was no reason I couldn’t still enjoy myself.
Fuck.
I’ve died and gone to heaven. I tuck my other hand behind my head and sink into the bed. Her tongue caresses my head, picking up the trail of pre-cum that has coated the tip. I know I don’t have a reasonably enough sized dick that I can grab her head and fuck the back of her throat, so I just let her do her thing. And enjoy every sweep and swish of her tongue against my sensitive skin.
When she cups my balls and sucks hard on my cock, I groan. Then she squeezes just a little, and I can’t help but pick my hips off the bed, encouraging her to take me in her mouth just a little deeper. She does, and gags, her spit coursing down the underside of my cock.
What is it about a woman you love sucking on your dick that makes you feel like a fucking king? She looks beautiful. Part of me wants to throw her onto her back and lick her until she can’t feel her legs, but she seems intent on sucking me off, so I’m going to lie here and be selfish and let her.
She’s got both hands gripped tight around my shaft, and her mouth covers the end. Her hands and mouth move in tandem as she slides up and down my cock. Fuck, this woman knows how to take care of me, my entire body is responding.
She brings me right to the edge, my toes curling, heels digging into the mattress, before withdrawing her mouth with a loud pop. “You ready for me?”
I nod like a freakin’ bobble head doll, unable to make my mouth and brain work together to say a simple “yes” in response.
She giggles as she moves up the bed and hovers her pussy right above my cock. It twitches, like a heat-seeking missile searching for its target. I need her. I ache to be inside her. My muscles are taut and tiny prickles of sweat are breaking out across my body from holding myself back.
Dragging her wet pussy along my dick, she licks her lips one more time. Again, I want to roll her onto her back, pin her hands above her head and sink so deeply inside her that she loses her breath. But she giggles as she grinds herself back down my length, toying with me, and the delicious taste of anticipation in the air stops me from taking control of the situation.
She angles my cock, lining me up so I’m grazing against her opening. My whole body is tense with expectation. She doesn’t break eye contact as she lowers herself onto my tip. Though she’s barely touching me, the feather-light ripples of her muscles around the head of my cock already have me losing my mind.
Sinking lower, she pushes out a low whoosh of breath as she rotates her hips, first one direction and then back again. Her eyes roll back as she takes even more of me inside her. Her inner walls flutter and twitch around me, and I’d be lying if I said I’m going to last much longer.
When she starts rocking her hips against mine, I’m ready to blow, but I want this to be good for my girl, so I fight the tightening in my balls and the tingling at the base of my spine.
Her tits jiggle as she rocks, moaning and clenching around my dick. Reaching one thumb to her clit and another to her hard nipples I’m fucking thrilled to find her soaked, dripping for me.
Fully seated, she breathes out again like she’s relieved I fit inside her, or relieved I didn’t hurt or give her a friction burn on her pussy. Now that she’s recovered from her surgery, we’ll be able to work on stretching her out for me a little, and hopefully reduce our giant-dick-sex-anxiety.
She rolls her hips forward as I flick and rub her clit with my thumb. She’s tightening around me, panting pleases, and I’m glad to know I’m not the only one desperate to come.
Picking up her hips a little, she pulls herself off me—not a lot, but enough that my dick feels cold and sad as fuck at her absence—before dropping back down. She’s clearly gaining confidence and starts to ride me harder. Head tossed back, hair wild, and tits bouncing as she moves, I couldn’t stop spilling my load in her even if I wanted to. She’s in complete control as I empty myself inside her.
I’m still pretty hard, and it’s not long before I’m all the way hard again. Her hips buck against mine as she chases her own release. When I pinch her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her fingernails dig into my side with a bite. She’s chanting my name over and over, and I might come again when she falls over the edge because she’s squeezing me so fucking hard my soul might pop out.
I see stars as she screams, unbridled through her orgasm before collapsing on top of me in a heap. I’m still inside her, semi-hard, and I’m okay with that. In fact, I never want to leave. The pulsing clench of her soft, velvety, hot walls around me as we come down from our high feels amazing.
Eventually, she rolls off me, but snuggles into my side, planting her face on my chest and heaving out a sigh. “Sleep or talk?” Her breath tickles my skin.
“Sleep. I don’t think I have any emotional spoons left to talk.”
She drops a kiss on my chest, another on my shoulder, one more on my jaw. “I get that. It’s totally okay. I’m here whenever you’re ready. Can I ask you something before we go to sleep?”
I nod and brush my lips against hers. Part of me wants to take her all over again, but my traitorous body has given up. My muscles are soft and relaxed, my brain has shut up shop for the night, and the rhythmic stroking of her fingers across my stomach is sending me straight to sleep.
“Will you come home with me to see my parents?” she asks through a yawn.
I nod again and assure her that I have her back. I’ll go with her into the fires of hell if she needs me to, and I’ll cover myself in gasoline if it keeps her from going up in flames.
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