"Oh god. Alex... that feels so good," I pant.
Dragging his tongue straight up, he swirls it in a circle around my clit. My hips rock against his face. My eyes widen. "Oh shit. Oh god."
Alex does it again, then fastens his hot lips over my clit and sucks, fast and hard. My eyes roll up in my head as my hips snap against him, thrusting in time with his needy sucks. Then he slides his hand close,filling my slickness with two incredibly long fingers, motioning in a come-hither gesture.
"Fuck!" I cry out, burying my hands in his silky dark hair. "Alex!"
His fingers find a place on my inner wall that makes everything shimmer and glow. At the same time, he scrapes his teeth gently against my clit, and then sucks hard. I catch fire, shattering, as my pussy convulses and grips his fingers like a vise. He growls against my flesh, and keeps licking me through my orgasm until I’m spent and push his head away.
It's only then that I realize I've wet his face and soaked his hand. I suck in a breath and giggle as he moves up to my mouth, kissing me.
"That was amazing," I whisper against his lips.
"Mm." He hasn't withdrawn his hand and starts to gently move his fingers. "Think you can give me another?"
"Yes," I answer honestly. "But it's your turn."
Alex gauges me, licking his still-damp lips. "This is about making you feel good, Freckles. Don't worry about me."
“Do you want to talk about your feelings seeing your dad? Or would you rather get your dick sucked?” I ask, fluttering my lashes. “Either is fine with me.”
“Jesus, Molls. You’re killing me. We’re supposed to be going slow.”
I huff. “I don’t want to go slow tonight. I want to move our relationship forward, either emotionally or sexually. Which is it going to be?”
He cups my face. “I’m not ready to talk about my dad yet. It takes me a while to process.”
I soften. “That’s okay.” Kissing Alex’s lips, I wiggle, pulling him down onto the couch with me. Then I brush my fingertips over the massive erection tenting his slacks. "You agreed to teach me. I want to know everything. Don't you think that I deserve to learn how to make a man feel good?"
He growls. "I don't want you learning how to suck someone else's dick."
“No? Only yours?” I brush his cock again. “I’d really like to try.”
"Fuckkkk." Alex kisses me hard, moaning when our tongues twine. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?"
"Good." I hop off the couch, then straddle him. He sits up and pulls my dress up over my head, rips off my bra. Then he unknots the tie hanging loosely around his neck.
I unbutton his shirt, open it, and spread my fingers over his chest. "You're gorgeous, Alex. You take my breath away."
He captures my lips, his hands finding my hair. I push him back on the couch, grinding down on his cock. It feels huge, and hot to the touch through his dress pants.
I wasn't lying. I am excited to learn about dicks. I've given two hand jobs in my life and both were disappointingly tepid affairs. It’s not that I didn’t try. I did. But overall, I found them pretty disappointing. Thank god the whole event never lasted long.
But now I eagerly unbutton Alex's pants. My anticipation is a living thing as I shape his stiff dick through his white boxer briefs.
"Freckles." His voice is gone to gravel. "Please."
I wiggle his pants down his hips with a gleeful smile. "Didn't you just tell me to be patient?"
"If I could go back in time and shut the fuck up, I would."
I slide his underwear down his hips, and his cock springs free, slapping his stomach. I touch it with curious fingers. It's pink, impressively veined, and big enough that I genuinely wonder how he plans to get it inside my pussy. It's like two Coke cans stacked end to end.
I grip his cock, watching his face as I start to stroke it up and down, varying the pressure and speed. "Show me how you like it, Hotshot."
He makes a frustrated sound and puts his hand over my own, tightening my hand a little and speeding up my strokes. "Just like that."
Tossing my hair, I lean down and give the tip a lick. He hisses, his cock moving to chase my lips. There's precum leaking from the tip, and I sample that too, the salty liquid rearranging some critical pieces in my brain. I go back for a second taste.
