“I don’t want control. Not in this part of my life. I’m fine with it in every other aspect, but I feel too insecure to be in charge. I don’t have any experience, so I’d appreciate it if you took the reins. I’ll tell you if it’s too much, or something I can’t handle.” She spoke directly into my ear, her breath heated on my neck.
Bravo. Her communication skills were impeccable.
“Very well. Thank you for making it clear. I’ll seduce you, Ms. O’Hara.” I lifted her up until she was straddling me and marched her upstairs, my hands sinking into the ample flesh of her ass.
I threw her on my bed and closed the balcony door, and in record time, removed my own t-shirt and jeans until I was in nothing more than boxers with a raging erection.
“Sit up and I’ll unzip you,” I told her. She came and kneeled before me with her back to me. I slowly lifted her hair and tugged the zipped down her spine, the fabric fell away from her skin revealing first, her sun-kissed freckles and her spine, the flare of her wide hip after the gentle dip of her waist. Celia was exquisite and was unaware of the power of her beauty.
Boxing had given her the wide shoulders of a swimmer and the biceps of a gymnast. While her quads were hard and developed from footwork in the ring, she was gloriously bottom-heavy. I ravaged her neck and shoulders with my mouth while I squeezed her flank.
“Celia, you are devastatingly gorgeous. Do you know that?”
“Emery, I spent all of my teen years in that infernal religious jail. I barely know what I look like,” she told me. She turned to me and flung her arms around my neck, burying her nose in my chest. I inhaled the scent of her hair, the delicate lilac of her skin.
“We should take things slowly, if you’re not ready, if this is too much, let me know,” I told her, stroking her temple.
I didn’t know if my hard cock would scare her, if she’d ever even touched a man before, but she looked down curiously and began to stroke me, her fingers running the length of me and then wrapping and squeezing.
I tilted my head back in pleasure and let her explore. She was too gentle at first, tentative and full of hesitancy. But soon she began to tug and squeeze, going faster and harder, her fear falling, declining and giving way to both desire and curiosity.
I loved being her first, craved being her only for eternity. Unsurprisingly, Celia was fearless in bed, just as she was in the rest of her existence. My eyes opened and I looked down, when I felt her breath more forcefully at the sensitive head of my cock. She licked once to taste, twice to be sure, lapping up my precum as it escaped the tip.
Then she wrapped her lips around the helmeted head and began sucking earnestly. I groaned in ecstasy. She seemed unaware of her ability to undo me completely. As she experimented with how far back she could take me, I did everything I could not come. My balls cinched and my breathing was fast and shallow. I had to force myself to look away from her innocent eyes, hooded with arousal, her pink lips, swollen around my fat dick as she sucked it down.
The blow job was messy, it was uninhibited and the imperfection of it was beautiful. I loved knowing I was the first man she ever tasted. I fisted her hair and guided her spirited sucking, trying not to make her gag on my length.
“Celia, if you don’t stop, I’ll come,” I rasped.
She stopped and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Is that a bad thing?”
Her lips were swollen and now crimson from blowing me, shiny with saliva and my clear cum as it leaked unabated from me.
“No, but I want you to come too.”
“I came in the kitchen. A lot!” she said. Her lips forming a grin.
She latched onto me then with more gusto and I groaned as she sucked enthusiastically. I pinched and tugged at her pink nipples hard until she squealed. When I got close, I took a fistful of her hair and controlled the depth, the rhythm, the friction I needed to blow my load. She obeyed like the ideal student, gagging and choking, taking my length like an eager learner.
“Fuck, Celia, you are incredible,” I told her, so close to coming my voice cracked.
I pulled out, not expecting her to swallow her very first time. Fisted my shaft and jerked until the hot ribbons of cum were jetting onto her chest, her chin, the sun-kissed shoulders I loved so much. She stuck out her tongue and a white thread landed upon it. She licked and swallowed.