He spread my knees, and looked at my… pussy. I blushed, but I didn’t turn away. His lips slid over my knee and brushed the inside of my thigh. The tip of his nose tracing over my pelvic bone. His mouth hovered over my clit, his warm breath teasing me. I wiggled under him, flustered, begging him to touch me.
Finally, he flicked his tongue out and I gasped. I needed more. My swollen clit was so keen for him, at least three times its normal size.
His tongue slid inside me, then spread wide and over my clit, sucking it into his cavernous mouth.
“Oh, god, Jackson. I can’t take it.”
He slid two fingers inside, his tongue circling above, every nerve-ending sending sparks through my lower back and belly.
His tongue swirled as his fingers thrust inside me, bringing me to the brink. My hands were in his hair, clawing at him. His tongue slid downward and the silky muscle moved inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit. I writhed under him, lost in the pleasure. Jackson pinched my clit, then licked it soothingly, and I screamed, exploding into a thousand fireworks.
I spun into another world; a beautiful universe he’d created. I floated there for what felt like an eternity, spinning in my orgasm until I sank back down to earth.
Jackson lay next to me, his hand resting on my stomach, a wide grin on his handsome face.
“Did I scream?” I was so lost in my release, I have no idea what came out of my mouth.
“I’m worried the neighbors may have called the police.” He smiled.
I shoved his shoulders down and almost kissed him, but remembered that was off-limits. My lips went to his neck, sucking, wanting to do to him what he’d done to me. The telling protrusion under the thin fabric of his pants sent a rush of need over my spent body. I’d just come, but pussy tightened, wanting to do to him what he’d just done to me.
Overcome, I became a ravenous beast and tore the shirt from his body, and shoved his pants and boxers off in one yank. He sucked in a sharp breath when his cock was set free.
It was fun to be assertive, but when I inched down to take him into my mouth, I froze.
“Are you okay?” He scooted back a smidge, his beautiful cock standing at attention between his thighs.
I turned away, fear snaking over my skin.
You should come with a warning label. You’re the worst girl I’ve ever been with.
It was one thing to have Jackson taking care of me sexually, but now that it was my turn to take the lead, all my uncertainties rushed back in.
His hand rested on my shoulder.
“We can stop,” Jackson said.
“I want to do this, but…”
He knew all the reasons why I hesitated.
“What do you need right now?” Jackson asked.
“Patience,” I said, the raw truth rushing through my belly.
“Watch me first. Learn from me.” Jackson sat up on his knees.
I glanced at him and my heart ballooned. “I’d like that.”
His eyes were filled with softness and understanding.
I tucked my legs under the covers, my eyes eagerly watching. He leaned over to the nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lubrication. I scooted toward the headboard and he stretched out on the bed next to me, his thigh resting against mine. My body tingled from my earlier orgasm and I grasped my hands together, resisting the urge to touch him.
He squeezed out a glob of the clear liquid into his hand and hovered over his cock. The vein that ran under the length pulsed. He turned to me, reticent, checking I was still with him in this endeavor.
“You don’t have to.” A chill ran over me, worried I’d asked too much of him. “If you don’t want to.”
“Oh, I want to.” His fingers wrapped around his thick girth, and he sighed.
He spread the lubricant over his base and up around the swollen tip. He shuddered, his eyes falling shut, overcome by the relief of touching himself.
“It’ll be different when you do it.” He was already breathless. His hand moved to the base, gripped it tightly, and pulled upward. Then he circled over the bulbous head, spending time there, pumping it.
“How will it be different?” I asked.
“You’ll have to learn the right amount of pressure. But…” He sucked in air, his face contorted. “Hold on.”
His hand slid faster over his thick girth, circling the tip, and back to the base. His left hand cupped his balls, which were tight against his body and he pulled them down.
“I love this,” he said as he squeezed and manipulated his testicles. “Oh, god.”
His eyes opened a slit and fell on my body, my nipples in hard peaks. My body pulsed with desire as I watched him pleasure himself.
“You’re so hot.” He released his balls and grabbed my right breast, kneading it. His fingers pinched my nipple as his other hand pumped his cock. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna come. Right now.”
My sex pulsed, witnessing him overcome with pleasuring himself. I was wet and I nearly jumped on top of him, yearning to have him fill my white-hot void.
He doubled over, crunching toward his cock, moaning as his semen spilled out hitting his abs. He convulsed and called out my name, and I’d never loved it more on someone’s lips.
When the liquid was spent, he released his cock and fell back against the pillows.
“That was fucking amazing.”
“It was amazing to watch,” I said, my entire body flushed. “But again, I didn’t do anything.”
He rolled over and kissed my cheek. “Going down on you did more than you know to get me to this point.”
He picked his boxers from the floor and cleaned up the mess from his chest.
“I think I’m ready to go down on you,” I said.
His eyebrows shot up. “Now?”
I laughed. “Next time.”
His eyes shifted to where the sheet had slid down my legs, exposing the glistening apex of my desire.
“Should we take care of that?”
In answer, I nudged my knees open, and without another word he devoured me and I came for the second time that night.
When he was done, I melted into him. Satisfied and spent. It wasn’t perfection, but it was close.