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“I’m fine. I just…like that. That’s all.”
“I know. That’s obvious. I just don’t have any experience with that kind of…sex. And I’d rather not do it. At least not right now.”
“You want me to leave?” he asked.
“Of course not. I want you to stay. I want you to do what you promised me but without slapping me.”
His eyes were laced with something I couldn’t read. He turned on his side and propped his head in his hand. This was the darkness I knew resided within him. Darkness that I was both drawn to and afraid of. The darkness that called to me. One day, I knew I would succumb to it. But I had to be ready.
He still hadn’t said anything.
“You don’t have to do anything,” I said. “I’m sorry if I spoiled the moment.”
“You didn’t spoil it.” He rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.
At least he wasn’t leaving. He was a better person than I was. I had sneaked out after that first time. It had been a coward’s way out, and I’d felt like shit for doing it. I had to do something to lighten up the mood here. I gazed at his tense body, so perfect. From his angled masculine jawline, his rugged silvery stubble, his long wavy dark hair, his broad shoulders, just the right amount of chest hairs scattered over his flat nipples, and his gorgeous rippled abs. His nest of black curls, and his flaccid cock, looking ever so normal, a far cry from how massive he was erect. His thighs were big and strong too, leading down to sleek calves and oddly smooth feet for such a rugged man.
What could I do to make this situation better?
And then I knew.
I crawled down to his waist, nestled between his legs, and took his soft cock between my lips, watching his face.
His eyes shot open. I let his cock drop, and I smiled without saying anything.
I sucked it between my lips, swirled my tongue around the head, and soon he began to grow within my mouth.
He was large, and a blow job would be difficult, but I was determined. He continued to grow. There wouldn’t be any deep-throating, but I could still give him a blow job, and that was exactly what I intended to do. I licked up and down his large shaft, pausing at his balls and sucking each one into my mouth.
He groaned above me.
I worked back up to the glans and gave it tiny little sucks, tightening my tongue and forcing it into the tiny slit. Then I thrust down, taking him as far as I could, ignoring the gag reflex.
I was impressed with myself. I made it farther than halfway down before I had to come back up. I gave him more soft sucks of the top of his cockhead and then went back to tiny kisses, pointing my tongue and fucking his tiny opening. He tasted of salt and clove, of male musk and leather. Delicious.
“God, Melanie, you give fucking great head.”
I’d never considered fellatio among my talents, but if he liked it, all the better. I was aching for him to return the favor. Years had passed since a man had gone down on me, and I knew on instinct that Jonah would be great at it.
To make up for my inability to take it down my throat, I lubed him up good with saliva and then added my hand so I could get all the way down to the base. Once I started that, he stopped me.
“No, I can’t come again until you do.” He sat up, grabbed me by the shoulders, and pushed me down on the bed so I was lying flat on my back.
“Where did I leave off? Yes, these gorgeous nipples.” He lowered his head and kissed one of them. Instantly it hardened even further. He cupped both breasts, swirling his tongue around my nipple. I sucked in a breath. He continued kissing my nipple, and when he started sucking, I nearly lost it.
“That feels so good,” I said.
“Beautiful,” he murmured against my chest. Then he moved to the other nipple and sucked while thumbing the first. He sucked me gently, though a little harder as time went on, but I wanted more.
“Harder,” I said.
He obeyed, still not to the point where I wanted though. Had I done myself a disservice? Perhaps he was afraid to get a little firmer with my nipples, given that I didn’t want him smacking me. So I grabbed his head, and he dropped my nipple with a soft pop.
“Look at me, Jonah. I’m not fragile. I won’t break. I want you to suck on my nipples, bite, even pinch a little. I like it.”
He didn’t smile, but he did get back to work. He sucked a little harder, even nibbled a bit. Well, we’d work on it. Right now another part of me was craving his attention.
“My p-pussy, Jonah. I want you to eat my pussy.”
