crazy, but it took me more than a year without my family to do all of my laundry together.â And that had been more because he couldnât afford the extra cost.
Her fingers wrapped around his wrist. âCome back to bed.â
He sat and then lay, unsure of his next move. Or hers.
Layla stretched her body next to his. She went back to tracing designs on his chest. âIâd like to be your first.â
âWhat?â
âYouâve never had a blow job, right? And although it was part of your upbringing, it doesnât seem like you really believe it. Letâs try.â She pushed up against his chest and began kissing his stomach. âIf you feel weird, or uncomfortable, weâll stop. You say the word.â
He swallowed hard, but there was no spit left in his mouth. His entire head drained, and his heart pumped double-time. Her fingers wrapped around his dick and stroked. He was already hard, so slipping against her palm offered some relief. When he didnât stop her, or tell her no, she moved quickly.
Her tongue ran down the length of him. Wet and warm followed by her cool breath. She shifted her body so she knelt between his legs, giving him full view of his cock being sucked into her mouth. He twitched at the thought, but the sensation felt amazing.
She paused and looked up at him, his tip resting between her lips and teeth, her tongue swirling over it. He nodded, as he pushed down his childhood fears and enjoyed what she offered. She took him in her mouth then and bobbed up and down, creating a rhythm opposite her hand fisted at his base.
He had no words to describe it. Then she pulled away with a loud smacking sound and lowered herself to his balls. She licked and laved her tongue across them and up in between them. Every muscle in his body went taut. Fuck! How had he gone his whole life without knowing this? As his balls began to tighten, Layla brought her lips back to his dick. He grabbed at the sheets, something to hold him together, regain some sense of control.
She began her rhythm again and gently slid her hand to his and placed it on the top of her head. His other hand joined and it felt natural to hold her and guide her as she swallowed him. His tip hit the back of her throat, soft and warm, and his balls were ready to explode.
âLayla. Stop . . . Iâm gonna . . .â
âItâs okay,â she whispered.
âNot that. I . . . canât.â
As good as it felt, he couldnât come in her mouth. It didnât feel right. It made him feel like he was demeaning her. She reached across him and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. Before he could gather his thoughts to help her, she had it on him and began riding him. It took only a minute before he came inside her, and it was the most explosive orgasm heâd ever had. He continued to pump until he was empty.
It wasnât until he swallowed that he noticed the rawness of his throat. Had he screamed? Layla climbed off and took care of the condom for him, which was good because he couldnât move. His blood had become lead in his system.
She crawled back into bed and curled next to him. As minutes passed, Phin became able to think again. Layla traced over his skin, but didnât speak until he turned to face her.
âWas it good?â
âHoly fuck was it good. I had no idea how different it would be.â He looked down at her wicked little smile and a sudden pang of guilt smacked him. âBut it wasnât for you. Shit, Iâm sorry. You just moved too fast.â
âItâs okay.â She patted his chest.
He looked at her and wanted her to feel as good as he did. But could he taste her? Lick her? Feel her come apart and control her the way she had him? The idea tempted him, but he had no idea what he was doing. Certainly she wouldnât want to be his first bumbling attempt.
She let out a giggle. âNo reciprocation necessary, Phin. I did that because I
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