favour.
He sucks my clit every so often then returns to licking, giving me bursts of unbelievable pleasure. I’m rocking myself against his hand and face when he stills, pressing very firmly on my G-spot with his finger and not moving, not letting go. At the same time he increases the intensity with his tongue and I cry out. Wow! This is something different. So good! My desire overtakes my self-confidence and I thrust into his hand while he holds firm. I feel tension building within me and I know it won’t be long, but I want to make it last and wait for him. I want us to come together.
I attempt to sit; he glances up at me without breaking his relentless rhythm. The sight of him, his face buried in me, combined with the intense feeling of his finger. Oh! It almost sends me over the edge…if I want to stop him, it needs to be now.
“My turn,” I manage, breathless. Pulling his free hand, signalling I want him to get up.
He smiles, I can feel it! Giving me a wicked look, he ups his efforts suddenly. I cry out. The sudden intensity brings me nearer and then just as suddenly he is gone. Sitting back on his heels, he looks very pleased with himself. He stands up and leans over to kiss me, wanting me to taste myself on his lips, no doubt. As we kiss deeply, I place my hands on his defined arms and ease him back a step as I slide off the bed to my knees.
He’s still wearing his jeans but I can see his erection straining at the denim. I trace along his length with my fingers and he gasps. Watching me intently, he pops his button fly open and slides his jeans and boxers down together, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. I gaze up at him, eyeing his body. He clearly takes care of himself. My eyes move to his erection as I take it in my hand. He’s so hard; large and thick. I suppose I didn’t have the frame of reference before to fully appreciate these facts. I wrap my hand around him and stroke him, up and down. He gasps.
I remember the first time I touched him like this with a flush. But back then it was all under the covers. Now, here he stands naked in my bedroom. It’s not exactly daring, but it feels brazen because it’s us. Kneeling before him, I’m aware that the visual aspect of a blowjob is important to most men and I want to give him a great show. Considering my form, I bring my legs together, point my toes behind me and arch my back, lifting my face up to view him through my eyelashes. I know he will enjoy seeing my lips stretched around him.
I lick my lips and take him gently in my mouth. He lets out a deep, throaty moan as I start moving. I put pressure underneath with my tongue and take in as much of his length as I can. His breathing becomes ragged as I continue building my pace. Moaning, he drops his head back, tipping his face to the ceiling, losing himself to the sensation.
As the moments pass, I suck harder, keeping my pace steady. He moans again and grasps my head in his hands. Massaging his fingers through my scalp as my head moves back and forth, his touch is electrifying and I emit a low, stifled moan. He gasps as the sound vibrates on him and, in the heat of the moment, he pushes himself deep into my throat and pauses for…seconds, holding my head firm to keep himself there.
“ Ah! ” he cries and releases me.
I gag slightly as he withdraws, but I’m surprised that I was able to hold him for so long. Deep-throating is not something I’ve ever been a fan of, but this is carnal and not at all unpleasant. I seem suddenly to be, not only capable of taking him deep, so deep, but remarkably enjoying the experience. It’s surprisingly rewarding.
Just knowing how much pleasure it gave him is empowering. So I place his hands back on either side of my head. I look him briefly in the eye, signalling my permission. I take him all in again, further still. He holds me firmly in place once more and this time he thrusts, once.
“Oh God, Liv!”
He releases my head, lifts me to my
He sucks my clit every so often then returns to licking, giving me bursts of unbelievable pleasure. I’m rocking myself against his hand and face when he stills, pressing very firmly on my G-spot with his finger and not moving, not letting go. At the same time he increases the intensity with his tongue and I cry out. Wow! This is something different. So good! My desire overtakes my self-confidence and I thrust into his hand while he holds firm. I feel tension building within me and I know it won’t be long, but I want to make it last and wait for him. I want us to come together.
I attempt to sit; he glances up at me without breaking his relentless rhythm. The sight of him, his face buried in me, combined with the intense feeling of his finger. Oh! It almost sends me over the edge…if I want to stop him, it needs to be now.
“My turn,” I manage, breathless. Pulling his free hand, signalling I want him to get up.
He smiles, I can feel it! Giving me a wicked look, he ups his efforts suddenly. I cry out. The sudden intensity brings me nearer and then just as suddenly he is gone. Sitting back on his heels, he looks very pleased with himself. He stands up and leans over to kiss me, wanting me to taste myself on his lips, no doubt. As we kiss deeply, I place my hands on his defined arms and ease him back a step as I slide off the bed to my knees.
He’s still wearing his jeans but I can see his erection straining at the denim. I trace along his length with my fingers and he gasps. Watching me intently, he pops his button fly open and slides his jeans and boxers down together, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side. I gaze up at him, eyeing his body. He clearly takes care of himself. My eyes move to his erection as I take it in my hand. He’s so hard; large and thick. I suppose I didn’t have the frame of reference before to fully appreciate these facts. I wrap my hand around him and stroke him, up and down. He gasps.
I remember the first time I touched him like this with a flush. But back then it was all under the covers. Now, here he stands naked in my bedroom. It’s not exactly daring, but it feels brazen because it’s us. Kneeling before him, I’m aware that the visual aspect of a blowjob is important to most men and I want to give him a great show. Considering my form, I bring my legs together, point my toes behind me and arch my back, lifting my face up to view him through my eyelashes. I know he will enjoy seeing my lips stretched around him.
I lick my lips and take him gently in my mouth. He lets out a deep, throaty moan as I start moving. I put pressure underneath with my tongue and take in as much of his length as I can. His breathing becomes ragged as I continue building my pace. Moaning, he drops his head back, tipping his face to the ceiling, losing himself to the sensation.
As the moments pass, I suck harder, keeping my pace steady. He moans again and grasps my head in his hands. Massaging his fingers through my scalp as my head moves back and forth, his touch is electrifying and I emit a low, stifled moan. He gasps as the sound vibrates on him and, in the heat of the moment, he pushes himself deep into my throat and pauses for…seconds, holding my head firm to keep himself there.
“ Ah! ” he cries and releases me.
I gag slightly as he withdraws, but I’m surprised that I was able to hold him for so long. Deep-throating is not something I’ve ever been a fan of, but this is carnal and not at all unpleasant. I seem suddenly to be, not only capable of taking him deep, so deep, but remarkably enjoying the experience. It’s surprisingly rewarding.
Just knowing how much pleasure it gave him is empowering. So I place his hands back on either side of my head. I look him briefly in the eye, signalling my permission. I take him all in again, further still. He holds me firmly in place once more and this time he thrusts, once.
“Oh God, Liv!”
He releases my head, lifts me to my
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