I’m more than ready for it, but I don’t want him to be doing all the giving. I eyeball that monster of a cock that’s pointing straight up at the ceiling and realize the way he positioned us, I can give as well as receive when it comes to pleasing one another. I stroke him, building up confidence in what I want to do.
I hear him laugh at my timidness, but it only emboldens me. I run my fingers down to his balls, seeing they are heavy and hot for me, so ready to explode, just waiting for me to do the proper thing and give him a reason to come for me. My grip is light but firm, I run my hands down his length as I bring my lips to the head of his cock and kiss it.
Only to gasp as Blaze licks my nub, sending another blissful bolt of lightning right through me.
I won’t be stopped though. I lick the head of his cock, and run it down his length, hearing his low groans from my touch. I wriggle against his pokes and prods with his fingers and tongue, aching to give my own. I stare the cock down, building myself up, wondering how on Earth that thing is going to fit inside me, be it my mouth or my pussy, let alone anywhere else.
My mouth opens wide though, and I meet him, sliding that length into my mouth, taking in the musky scent and the manly taste of him. Deeper and deeper, my hand is still around his cock as I guide it into my throat, until it feels like I can’t take any more of it.
“God, you just keep surprising me, Baylee. Your mouth is a little slice of heaven.”
I chuckle around him before stroking him and sliding his cock out of my mouth, licking up his length before taking him in again. His groan is long and powerful and I quite enjoy how he sings my praises. All the while he keeps a slow and steady focus on my clit and my pussy, making my own pleasure hum through me as I try to suck him good and hard.
Feeling my body pressed against his is so powerful as he tastes me. This feels so right, like what love really is. Passion made physical, lust pushing us forward, knowing that we want to take care of one another even outside the heights of ecstasy.
We set a good rhythm as I bob up and down on his cock, his tongue penetrating me in much the same way. I’m gasping and writhing against his mouth, focusing even as an orgasm starts to wrack me again, making it feel like I can’t do anything else. But I’m driven. I want Blaze to enjoy every bit of bliss that I’m enjoying, and I won’t stop until his balls are empty.
But by God, it’s so hard. He’s so good, and all I have is my eagerness and determination. If this wasn’t my first rodeo, maybe I could manage it a bit better, but for now, all I have is my drive to please.
Sometimes, though, that’s enough.
His groans become longer, more frantic, stronger, just as my moans around his cock do. Maybe as another point of evidence that we’re perfect for one another, it feels like we come at the exact same time. His cock throbbing inside my mouth, his seed rushing through it, the heat of it blasting into my mouth. All so fast, all so sudden, all while I’m coping with my own orgasm.
How it’s slamming through me, pulsing so hard, my body so sensitive to what I experienced so shortly before. I’m screaming out, muffled by his cock, the vibrations of my voice shuddering around him. It feels so good, with an added layer of sinfulness given what I’m experiencing right at this moment. Him eating me as I suck him. And to think, I’m still technically a virgin.
Not that I will be for much longer.
The results of our lust for one another are quite messy. He came so much that it’s far too much for me to swallow, his juices dripping down my chin.
He doesn’t get away unmarked either. Blaze is laughing as he rolls away from me. “You’re a squirter.”
I panic. “What?” I look at him and he’s drenched. “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to...” I finally meet a hot guy, someone worth falling in love with, and then I go and do this to him. Just my luck.
He shakes his head. “No, no. I like that. Just proof of how good I ate you out. You’re a special one, Baylee. I don’t think I can get enough of you.”
Blaze grabs a couple washcloths from the bathroom, wiping my chin and cleaning himself up as well. It’s sweet and tender, a huge contrast to the whirlwind of lust we just enjoyed.