She looks over her shoulder at me. "Are you sure?"
I grin. "Girl, I've never been more sure of anything."
12
FAITH
Of course, I understand the concept of giving a guy a blowjob. I've just never been in a position where there was a cock a few inches from my mouth. I lick my lips, wanting to do this right, wanting to make him feel as good as he just made me feel. It's hard to concentrate, though, as his mouth continues to grind against my pussy. My shoulders relax, my jaw loosens and I lean in because, fuck, I just want to do this right. I want to make Jake feel incredible.
I run my tongue up and down the hard ridges of his cock. He moans a bit, and it makes me feel like I'm doing it right. He runs his hands over my ass and my hips, my waist, my back, making me feel wanted and needed, making me feel like I’m in control. I never feel in control.
My whole life, it's like I've been doing things on someone else's timeline because someone else wanted me to, because I felt trapped and stuck. But right now, I feel free, so fucking free. Maybe it's the Fourth of July that has put this idea in my head.
Fireworks go off inside of me as I open my mouth and I begin to suck him. Up and down I bob my head, feeling the soft, silky ridges of his length. I want to do this well, and I take him deeper, further.
The tip of his cock hits the back of my throat and I gag slightly, but I recover. I begin to massage his balls, wondering if that feels good. And when he murmurs a "Yes. Fuck me," I know that I can do this. He gives me confidence, even without saying a word.
I run my hands up and down him, fondling his balls as I begin to suck him more animatedly, loving the way he tastes like a real man in my mouth. I'm a little messy. I slurp a bit and I'm not sure if my mouth is suctioned tight, but I give it my all because I love being in this bed, in this cabin, in this moment with Jake. I don't want him to ever go. I know it's fast, one solitary day, but maybe that's all you need. Maybe that's all it takes to know when you've met the person that's your person.
Somehow, I'm getting emotional as I go down on a man for the very first time, but I don't care. I wear my heart on my sleeve. And right now, I'm giving all of myself to Jake.
"I'm so close," he groans. "I'm so fucking..." And I feel it then. I taste it. As his come spurts out, filling my mouth, I let it slide down my throat, swallowing him, continuing to pump his big, thick shaft, loving his manhood in my hand, feeling grateful that I can even be doing this with him right now. He is alive and he is well and he is here. And so am I.
I keep sucking, bobbing my head. His hand runs down my back when he finishes. I pull him out, still holding on tight to his shaft, licking my lips and turning to him. "Well,” I say, "how would you grade my performance?"
He shakes his head. "Don't say that. Don't make light of it." I press my lips together, wondering what he means. "That wasn't something I would grade because that was otherworldly, Faith, and it was a gift that I don't feel like I deserve. You are so incredible. You just made me feel so good. Do you feel okay?"
I crawl up next to him. He runs his arms over my shoulders, pulling me close, and I snuggle against his chest. "I felt so good. I loved it when you came. It made me feel like maybe I could make you happy."
"Oh, baby," he says, kissing my forehead. "You make me happy just by being you. Sure, getting sucked off is nice, but this, this moment, it's fucking everything."
"You mean it?" I ask. "I'm not going to fall asleep and wake up later and this will all have been a joke, some fairytale, a fantasy?"
"No," he says. "It won't be. This is real, whatever's happening here, and I'm not letting go of it. Not now, not after all we've been through."
I swallow, tears filling my eyes. "Oh, Jake," I say. "I never thought I would be this happy, that someone could possibly make me feel so incredible."
"I never thought so either. I've never been that kind of guy."
"You've never been in love?" I ask him.
He shakes his head. "Not once. You?"
"No," I say. "Not even a little. I always imagined what it would be like, of course," I say, "to fall in love, to get married, to have a baby."