This female is a dream I didn’t think would ever come true.
Chapter 10
JUNE
This man.Thissweet, giant purple skyscraper of a man is a virgin. It’s going to take me at least a week to get over that. I’m his first kiss, and I’ll likely be his first lay. Unreal.
Did he push others before me away with his lack of social skills? Because, okay, yes, he’s hard to read. And sometimes it may appear like he’s afraid of you, finds you irritating, is possibly repulsed by your smell, yada, yada. Okay, yeah, that would likely be off-putting to a lot of people. But man, give him a minute to open up, and he’s quite possibly the greenest flag that’s ever been flown.
I move over on the bed and gesture for him to lay down next to me. When he does, I crawl over his legs and slowly slide his shorts down his hips as I kiss his stomach. Each glorious ab flexes under my mouth, and when I look up, I find him already panting. He lifts his hips for me, and his long, beautiful dick pops out, bobbing and as straight as an arrow. He has a thatch of curly white pubes that are neatly trimmed, and no hair on his balls. His dick a deep pinkish purple, especially around the fat mushroom head, and precome is leaking down the side,following the path of a particularly thick vein that makes my mouth water.
There’s nothing alien about his penis, other than the color, which is a relief as much as it is a bummer. Frankly, I’m more surprised that he’s circumcised. Or maybe he was born without foreskin? Who knows. I was hoping for an extra appendage, maybe, or an outer layer that buzzes against my inner walls. Then again, he could have a head that opens up to several rows of tiny teeth, and yeah… no, thank you.
His is definitely bigger than any dick I’ve previously encountered, but I can work with a gigantic dick in a pretty color. I’ll just move slowly. If the female body can push out a watermelon-sized human being, my pussy should be able to accommodate Ziv’s baseball bat.
Normally, I’d warm him up with a dozen or so strokes of my hand, to get a sense of how he likes it, then add my other hand to cup and lightly squeeze his balls, but tonight I decide to do things differently because there’s never been anyone like Ziv, and I’m too eager to take it slowly. I flatten my tongue along the side of his shaft, moaning as I collect every droplet of come he’s released. His entire body shudders when I reach the head and wrap my mouth around the tip, my lips stretching to fit his girth, giving it a little flick of my tongue.
“Ficq, June,” he moans, all four hands gripping the sheets beneath his massive body.
As I start to suck and take him deeper into my mouth, I notice a tingling sensation at the back of my throat. It’s odd, but I don’t let it deter me. Then I’m bobbing up and down on him, relaxing my jaw so I can take him as deep as possible, with only mild gagging slowing me down.
“You taste so good.” As another few drops of precome slide down my throat, I realize, he does, in fact, taste good. “What is that, vanilla?”
“Mm?” Ziv asks, his face twisted in ecstasy as he watches me.
The tingling in my throat increases, but I press on. I suppose it could be an allergic reaction to his come, but unless my face and tongue start swelling up, I’m no quitter.
I open my mouth wide and sink down on his length again, picking up the pace and sucking harder on his head each time. It doesn’t take long for his moans to get louder and more desperate.
Soon he’s tugging roughly at my hair, saying, “I’m close, June. I’m so close.”
But I don’t budge. I want to give him this. The full ride.
His back bows as he comes, and he shoves a pillow over his mouth to keep his screams from waking Akkal in the next room. I feel a burst of liquid heat shoot down my throat, and the tingling intensifies tenfold.
Confused, I release him, muttering, “Oh god, it’s your come.” The taste of thick, sweet vanilla bathes my tastebuds, and I try to swallow as much of it as I can, but he’s still coming and it tastes so fucking good, and I don’t understand why. It’s splattering all over my chin and down my neck, but it’s hard to care about that when I start to feel the tingles slide deeper through my body and into my stomach. Goosebumps spill across my skin and suddenly it feels like every nerve ending awakens inside me, coming alive. “‘S happening?” I ask, creeping forward on my knees.
“Come here,” he instructs, his front hands grasping my shoulders and guiding me onto my back. His chest is still heaving from his orgasm, but there’s a look in his eyes telling me he knows what’s going on with my body and everything will be all right.
I lock onto it as my back arches, and my clit begins to throb. I spread my fingers and toes, half expecting beams of light tocome shooting out of them. My hips begin to roll as if dry humping the air will give me what I need.
“May I touch you?” he asks, reaching for the hem of my shirt.
I nod as a ragged moan is ripped from my throat. Am I about to come before he’s even put his hands on me? What the fuck is going on?
After he removes my shirt, I feel him slide my underwear down my legs and off my ankles before tossing them behind him. I lift my head up just enough to watch him scoop some come off his stomach and reach toward my bare chest. Then his mouth forms a boyish smirk. “I think you’re going to enjoy this.” He goes to tip his hand over to dump it on my left breast, but stops. “If you don’t like it, please tell me immediately. Okay?”
Words are too difficult to form at the moment, so I give him another nod.
The moment it hits my nipple, my body contracts, and I feel every muscle clench. His wet fingers rub a circle into my right nipple, and the tension eases, yet simultaneously intensifies.
“M-ma-magic come,” I stammer as my body quakes uncontrollably. My vision is starting to blur as I lose myself to the euphoric wave of prickles and gentle heat that begin at the very edge of my fingernails and runs to the tips of my toes.
His laugh is cocky as his chest puffs out.
I feel him drag his hand down the center of my belly, tracing the outer edge of my belly button, then moving it down through my pubic hair.
“You have hair here.” He leans down to take a deep inhale, then rubs his cheek against it, which would normally make me curl up into a mortified little ball, but it’s hard to care about anything that isn’t getting more of his come inside me and all over me.
