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something. Something to you.”
“Do…what?” The muscle in my dick tugged. It knew it was being acknowledged.
“Let me show y—”
“No.” I brushed my lips across her jawline. “Tell me what you want to do.”
She looked at me as though I’d suddenly put on a ski mask and was wielding a knife.
“I, uh, want to perform —”
“Tell me what you want to do to me, Alexandra. The words aren’t going to bite you and saying them won’t change the way I see you.”
She huffed, and I found myself wanting to use the word “cute” again. It was amazing that a few words could cause her this much distress most likely because it had been ingrained in her that they weren’t “ladylike,” and using them would cause her to lose her self-respect. But, my fingers were in her pussy past the knuckle. It was ridiculous to be offended by alphabet letters at this point.
“Alle,” I traced her ear with my tongue, “tell me what you want to do to me. I want to hear it. Never be afraid to be who you want to be with me.”
She looked at me with alluring, glossy eyes and her grip on my shoulders tightened.
“I…want…your dick. In my mouth. Crap. That sounded awful.”
I groaned and then chuckled. “Sounded fine to me. Just know that this will be the last time you’ll need to ask.”
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Alexandra
He eased onto this back and I licked my lips. His erection stood proud and massive in front of me like a beautiful monument. I was apprehensive about starting because of my lack of experience, but I’d just told him that I wanted “his dick in my mouth.” I couldn’t back out of my newfound bravery.
I pulled in a deep breath and quickly took him into my mouth, fitting in as much of the thick, wonderful appendage as I possibly could. He sucked air through his teeth and I looked up from my task, hoping that I hadn’t hurt him. Instead, his eyes were closed and he settled, giving me full control.
I slid my mouth down over his shaft, using my hands to take in what my mouth couldn’t, and making sure to get his shaft nice and wet with each bob. He moaned and brushed his hand across my cheek before it found its way behind my head. When I felt him gently guide my head and his hips pump, I moaned along with him.
“Shit…Alle.”
Something about the way he’d used my name turned me on considerably.
I moved up to his cockhead and pressed my thumb against the base. I rapidly flicked my tongue along the tip and then sucked it hard between my lips. His hips lifted from the mattress and I realized how much I loved having him in my mouth. As much as I’d thought about oral sex and wanted to do it, I was never really quite sure that I would enjoy it.
In college, my friends had talked about it as though penises were the bane of their existence. Choruses of “I would never do it” and “It’s nasty” were always chimed whenever a brave soul would dare to bring up the topic. Of course, it would always be about some “other woman” that they’d heard had done it, or about a “friend” that had read about it in a Zane novel. The subsequent discussion about the “disgusting penis” would be followed up with how their perceptions of these women had changed because they’d condoned this type of behavior. Fellatio. The way they’d talked about it, you would have sworn it was going to bring about the Apocalypse.
I’d chime in with a half-hearted “yeah” or “me neither” while images of bringing a strong man to his knees using only my mouth danced in the back of my head. I’d engulfed those Zane books like nourishment while hiding them from my friends behind the Jane Austen and Charlotte Brontë titles on my bookshelf. My relationship with Roderick never gave me the opportunity to venture that far out into my sexuality, but now, I wanted to taste Ethan at every opportunity.
There was a grimace on his face that was situated along the border of pleasure. I sucked on his head and then took in the
“Do…what?” The muscle in my dick tugged. It knew it was being acknowledged.
“Let me show y—”
“No.” I brushed my lips across her jawline. “Tell me what you want to do.”
She looked at me as though I’d suddenly put on a ski mask and was wielding a knife.
“I, uh, want to perform —”
“Tell me what you want to do to me, Alexandra. The words aren’t going to bite you and saying them won’t change the way I see you.”
She huffed, and I found myself wanting to use the word “cute” again. It was amazing that a few words could cause her this much distress most likely because it had been ingrained in her that they weren’t “ladylike,” and using them would cause her to lose her self-respect. But, my fingers were in her pussy past the knuckle. It was ridiculous to be offended by alphabet letters at this point.
“Alle,” I traced her ear with my tongue, “tell me what you want to do to me. I want to hear it. Never be afraid to be who you want to be with me.”
She looked at me with alluring, glossy eyes and her grip on my shoulders tightened.
“I…want…your dick. In my mouth. Crap. That sounded awful.”
I groaned and then chuckled. “Sounded fine to me. Just know that this will be the last time you’ll need to ask.”
-----
Alexandra
He eased onto this back and I licked my lips. His erection stood proud and massive in front of me like a beautiful monument. I was apprehensive about starting because of my lack of experience, but I’d just told him that I wanted “his dick in my mouth.” I couldn’t back out of my newfound bravery.
I pulled in a deep breath and quickly took him into my mouth, fitting in as much of the thick, wonderful appendage as I possibly could. He sucked air through his teeth and I looked up from my task, hoping that I hadn’t hurt him. Instead, his eyes were closed and he settled, giving me full control.
I slid my mouth down over his shaft, using my hands to take in what my mouth couldn’t, and making sure to get his shaft nice and wet with each bob. He moaned and brushed his hand across my cheek before it found its way behind my head. When I felt him gently guide my head and his hips pump, I moaned along with him.
“Shit…Alle.”
Something about the way he’d used my name turned me on considerably.
I moved up to his cockhead and pressed my thumb against the base. I rapidly flicked my tongue along the tip and then sucked it hard between my lips. His hips lifted from the mattress and I realized how much I loved having him in my mouth. As much as I’d thought about oral sex and wanted to do it, I was never really quite sure that I would enjoy it.
In college, my friends had talked about it as though penises were the bane of their existence. Choruses of “I would never do it” and “It’s nasty” were always chimed whenever a brave soul would dare to bring up the topic. Of course, it would always be about some “other woman” that they’d heard had done it, or about a “friend” that had read about it in a Zane novel. The subsequent discussion about the “disgusting penis” would be followed up with how their perceptions of these women had changed because they’d condoned this type of behavior. Fellatio. The way they’d talked about it, you would have sworn it was going to bring about the Apocalypse.
I’d chime in with a half-hearted “yeah” or “me neither” while images of bringing a strong man to his knees using only my mouth danced in the back of my head. I’d engulfed those Zane books like nourishment while hiding them from my friends behind the Jane Austen and Charlotte Brontë titles on my bookshelf. My relationship with Roderick never gave me the opportunity to venture that far out into my sexuality, but now, I wanted to taste Ethan at every opportunity.
There was a grimace on his face that was situated along the border of pleasure. I sucked on his head and then took in the
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