the way he’s looking at me, I don’t even care.
We both catch our breath, and he rolls over to lie down beside me, my hand slipping out of his pants from the movement. My heart rate finally gets back to its normal pace and I turn on my side to look at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see he’s still hard.
“Did you come?” Even though I had my hand wrapped around his cock, I have no idea if he finished or not, I was so caught up in my own pleasure.
He softly chuckles and shakes his head. “Unbelievably, no. I thought you were going to unman me there for a minute, though.”
I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. “I’m sorry?” I roll onto my back and close my eyes. It’s embarrassing enough that I had my first orgasm when we didn’t even have all of our clothes off, but to add insult to injury, he didn’t even come. Was it not good enough? Was I not good enough?
He interrupts my inner battle with myself by turning onto his side and gently caresses my face. “Hey. What’s the matter?”
What do I say? This is so new to me, but it feels wrong that I got off and he didn’t. Don’t guys get pissed if they don’t get their rocks off too? I’m not sure how this is supposed to work; it’s so frustrating. I want to lie in my afterglow and share it with him, not worry that I did something wrong. “What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?”
I look into his eyes and see they don’t look upset. “Did I do something wrong? I mean…for you not to, uh, for you not t-to get off?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Are you kidding me? It felt so fucking good I was worried I was going to come in my pants.”
I still don’t get it. “So why didn’t you? Didn’t you want to come?”
I try to keep my eyes on him, but I’m too embarrassed. He doesn’t let me stop, though. “Look at me, Danielle. Yes, I wanted to come, but I wanted to watch you lose control more. It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen, so I wasn't even thinking about myself.”
I consider what he said, and then come up with a plan.
I sit up and put my hands on his shoulders to push him back onto the bed. He opens his mouth to say something, probably to ask what the hell I’m doing, but I put my finger to his lips, silencing him. “Shhh…I want to do this for you.” I don’t let him answer; I just kiss him, then work my way past his collarbone, spend a little time playing with his nipple, then kiss down toward his stomach.
“Danielle…”
I start to unbutton his pants. He must be too stunned to speak, because before he can even get words out, I have his cock out of his pants and in my hand.
His head drops back as I start to stroke him again. I take the time while he isn’t paying attention to me to get a good look at what he’s been hiding in his pants. I’ve never seen a guy’s penis before, but Zane’s could be a work of art. I almost want to get my drawing pad out and capture it on paper, it’s so gorgeous.
I'm not really sure what I should be doing; I just keep stroking him, long and hard. If the grunts and his heavy breathing mean anything, I think I’m going a pretty good job. But I want to make him lose control, like he made me.
I glance up and notice he still has his eyes closed, so I use that to my advantage and lower my mouth to his cock. There’s a drop of moisture at his tip, so I run my tongue along the top to see what he tastes like, taking him by surprise.
“Oh fuck!”
Now I have his full attention. His eyes are no longer closed, but staring heavily at me. Holding his stare, I run my tongue around the top of his cock, then take him fully into my mouth. He hisses, and I’m not sure if it’s in pain, so I pull up to make sure he’s okay.
“Oh God, don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop.”
Loving how I’ve reduced him to begging, I enthusiastically take him back into my mouth, but he’s so big, I have to adjust. When I have him all the way in the back
We both catch our breath, and he rolls over to lie down beside me, my hand slipping out of his pants from the movement. My heart rate finally gets back to its normal pace and I turn on my side to look at him. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see he’s still hard.
“Did you come?” Even though I had my hand wrapped around his cock, I have no idea if he finished or not, I was so caught up in my own pleasure.
He softly chuckles and shakes his head. “Unbelievably, no. I thought you were going to unman me there for a minute, though.”
I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing. “I’m sorry?” I roll onto my back and close my eyes. It’s embarrassing enough that I had my first orgasm when we didn’t even have all of our clothes off, but to add insult to injury, he didn’t even come. Was it not good enough? Was I not good enough?
He interrupts my inner battle with myself by turning onto his side and gently caresses my face. “Hey. What’s the matter?”
What do I say? This is so new to me, but it feels wrong that I got off and he didn’t. Don’t guys get pissed if they don’t get their rocks off too? I’m not sure how this is supposed to work; it’s so frustrating. I want to lie in my afterglow and share it with him, not worry that I did something wrong. “What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?”
I look into his eyes and see they don’t look upset. “Did I do something wrong? I mean…for you not to, uh, for you not t-to get off?”
He looks at me like I’ve grown two heads. “Are you kidding me? It felt so fucking good I was worried I was going to come in my pants.”
I still don’t get it. “So why didn’t you? Didn’t you want to come?”
I try to keep my eyes on him, but I’m too embarrassed. He doesn’t let me stop, though. “Look at me, Danielle. Yes, I wanted to come, but I wanted to watch you lose control more. It was the sexiest thing I have ever seen, so I wasn't even thinking about myself.”
I consider what he said, and then come up with a plan.
I sit up and put my hands on his shoulders to push him back onto the bed. He opens his mouth to say something, probably to ask what the hell I’m doing, but I put my finger to his lips, silencing him. “Shhh…I want to do this for you.” I don’t let him answer; I just kiss him, then work my way past his collarbone, spend a little time playing with his nipple, then kiss down toward his stomach.
“Danielle…”
I start to unbutton his pants. He must be too stunned to speak, because before he can even get words out, I have his cock out of his pants and in my hand.
His head drops back as I start to stroke him again. I take the time while he isn’t paying attention to me to get a good look at what he’s been hiding in his pants. I’ve never seen a guy’s penis before, but Zane’s could be a work of art. I almost want to get my drawing pad out and capture it on paper, it’s so gorgeous.
I'm not really sure what I should be doing; I just keep stroking him, long and hard. If the grunts and his heavy breathing mean anything, I think I’m going a pretty good job. But I want to make him lose control, like he made me.
I glance up and notice he still has his eyes closed, so I use that to my advantage and lower my mouth to his cock. There’s a drop of moisture at his tip, so I run my tongue along the top to see what he tastes like, taking him by surprise.
“Oh fuck!”
Now I have his full attention. His eyes are no longer closed, but staring heavily at me. Holding his stare, I run my tongue around the top of his cock, then take him fully into my mouth. He hisses, and I’m not sure if it’s in pain, so I pull up to make sure he’s okay.
“Oh God, don’t stop. Fuck, please don’t stop.”
Loving how I’ve reduced him to begging, I enthusiastically take him back into my mouth, but he’s so big, I have to adjust. When I have him all the way in the back
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