get comfortable, not when I know he’s right across the hall. The house is quiet, rain is coming down, with an occasional flicker of lightening across the field in the distance. I keep watching, wondering if I’ll ever be able to close my eyes.
A creaking sound catches my attention. I see a figure, tall and broad in the doorway. He’s standing there, watching, as if he’s waiting for a sign that I’m still awake. Before I can make a peep, he’s coming toward me in only his underwear, kneeling down so we’re face to face. “Hey,” he whispers. “You awake?”
“Yes.”
“I know we’ve decided to slow things down, but…” I’m already leaning over to kiss him. I can’t stand it. It’s impossible to be this close to him and not want more. Before I know it he’s pulling me from the bed, lifting me into his arms and carrying me, all while his lips continue to crash against mine.
He’s gentle when I’m placed in his bed and watch him enter from the opposite side. His warm body pulls me close, my back up against his hard chest. One arm comes around to lace with my fingers, as his lips coarse over my earlobe. “I’m getting hard. How do people sleep like this?”
I adjust so that I’m facing him, shove him flat on his back and proceed to move under the covers. He’s been generous with me, so it’s only fair if I level the playing field and take care of his predicament without it ending in intercourse. Like any man would, Josh doesn’t stop me from lowering. Instead, he pulls the sheet away so he’s able to watch what I’m doing. Even though we’ve been together before, this sort of exploration is new for me. I’m diving face first into uncharted waters, knowing darn well I’m not experienced enough for him to think it’s anything outstanding. With that being said, I’m determined to do my best, so against my better judgment, I take his thick shaft into my hand and start jerking it up and down. This is the easy part.
He’s already adjusting, playing with my hair so it’s out of my face, yet never taking his eyes off of what I’m doing. It’s not like I haven’t done this before; I have plenty of times, but Shaun never liked it. I’d do it until my cheeks were numb and he wouldn’t get off. My boyfriend before that asked for it all the time, so I hated it. Now I’m doing it without the request, and knowing his track record, I fear I’ll be nothing but a disappointment, giving him more reason to walk away.
I lick the tip, spread the saliva around the top of the shaft before taking it fully in my mouth. I suck and bob, repeating the process until I hear him making sounds like he’s into it. Josh holds my hair away from my face as I keep at it, stroking while moving to the same vigorous rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” he orders.
This gives me motivation, so I proceed, going at it, praying my cheeks won’t catch on fire from the friction. This goes on for minutes. I’m ready to take a break, or possibly try something new when I feel a change occurring within my hand. He’s forcing my head down now, I’m gagging, but taking more of his length, until it happens. His hot lava pours down my throat until he finally releases his hold on me. I keep my eyes closed and swallow before he’s out of my mouth to avoid the taste of his cum. I don’t want to embarrass myself by gagging, but fear it’s still going to happen.
Josh reaches over on the bedside table to fetch me a bottle of water. I take a few swigs and swish the last bit around to clean any remnants that could have been left behind. When I finish I close the bottle and smile back at him. “Feel better?”
He pulls me close again, kissing me on the head as he speaks. “You already know the answer. That was unexpected.”
Moments later, I’m nestled in his arms starting to fall asleep. His breathing has calmed, his heartbeat slowing. “Josh, if I’m not good at something will you tell me? I mean, I like that we can talk to each
A creaking sound catches my attention. I see a figure, tall and broad in the doorway. He’s standing there, watching, as if he’s waiting for a sign that I’m still awake. Before I can make a peep, he’s coming toward me in only his underwear, kneeling down so we’re face to face. “Hey,” he whispers. “You awake?”
“Yes.”
“I know we’ve decided to slow things down, but…” I’m already leaning over to kiss him. I can’t stand it. It’s impossible to be this close to him and not want more. Before I know it he’s pulling me from the bed, lifting me into his arms and carrying me, all while his lips continue to crash against mine.
He’s gentle when I’m placed in his bed and watch him enter from the opposite side. His warm body pulls me close, my back up against his hard chest. One arm comes around to lace with my fingers, as his lips coarse over my earlobe. “I’m getting hard. How do people sleep like this?”
I adjust so that I’m facing him, shove him flat on his back and proceed to move under the covers. He’s been generous with me, so it’s only fair if I level the playing field and take care of his predicament without it ending in intercourse. Like any man would, Josh doesn’t stop me from lowering. Instead, he pulls the sheet away so he’s able to watch what I’m doing. Even though we’ve been together before, this sort of exploration is new for me. I’m diving face first into uncharted waters, knowing darn well I’m not experienced enough for him to think it’s anything outstanding. With that being said, I’m determined to do my best, so against my better judgment, I take his thick shaft into my hand and start jerking it up and down. This is the easy part.
He’s already adjusting, playing with my hair so it’s out of my face, yet never taking his eyes off of what I’m doing. It’s not like I haven’t done this before; I have plenty of times, but Shaun never liked it. I’d do it until my cheeks were numb and he wouldn’t get off. My boyfriend before that asked for it all the time, so I hated it. Now I’m doing it without the request, and knowing his track record, I fear I’ll be nothing but a disappointment, giving him more reason to walk away.
I lick the tip, spread the saliva around the top of the shaft before taking it fully in my mouth. I suck and bob, repeating the process until I hear him making sounds like he’s into it. Josh holds my hair away from my face as I keep at it, stroking while moving to the same vigorous rhythm.
“Don’t stop,” he orders.
This gives me motivation, so I proceed, going at it, praying my cheeks won’t catch on fire from the friction. This goes on for minutes. I’m ready to take a break, or possibly try something new when I feel a change occurring within my hand. He’s forcing my head down now, I’m gagging, but taking more of his length, until it happens. His hot lava pours down my throat until he finally releases his hold on me. I keep my eyes closed and swallow before he’s out of my mouth to avoid the taste of his cum. I don’t want to embarrass myself by gagging, but fear it’s still going to happen.
Josh reaches over on the bedside table to fetch me a bottle of water. I take a few swigs and swish the last bit around to clean any remnants that could have been left behind. When I finish I close the bottle and smile back at him. “Feel better?”
He pulls me close again, kissing me on the head as he speaks. “You already know the answer. That was unexpected.”
Moments later, I’m nestled in his arms starting to fall asleep. His breathing has calmed, his heartbeat slowing. “Josh, if I’m not good at something will you tell me? I mean, I like that we can talk to each
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