Dean groaned and pulled away. “What sort of books are you reading? Don’t answer that. I gave you one similar to it. I’m going to hell. There is no way they’re letting me inside the pearly gates.”
Laura pressed a hand against his chest. “Relax. I want to try something.”
He stayed still. She smiled and kissed him on the lips. She explored his body starting with his chest and nipples. Did he like them being touched as much as she enjoyed hers? Her fingers circled the red tips. She’d never touched a man with a hard muscled chest. Opening her hand out flat she felt every ripple of muscle from her touch.
“Do you like that?” she asked.
“Yes.”
Laura took her time giving attention to every part of his chest, moving slowly down to his abdomen. She placed a leg over his so she straddled him. His cock stood straight up and she saw the tip wet. Forgetting about his body, her hands curled around his length.
Dean groaned and she watched him grab pillows to prop his head up. “I want to see everything you do,” he explained.
“You might have to help me,” she said.
“I will.”
Laura liked him being her teacher. They’d crossed the boundary of friendship. Dean Riley was her lover. Her only lover if she had her way.
She worked the shaft like he’d told her down stairs. She fascinated. With every stroke the wetness leaked out of his little slit at the head.
“Can I taste it?” she asked.
“God, yes.”
She licked the tip with all of his cum leaking out. The small bit she gathered on her tongue tasted tangy and a little bit salty. It wasn’t distasteful. She took the head of his cock inside her mouth and licked every part, taking as much of his cum as he’d give her. His hands gripped her hair and pulled her off.
“I want you to take more of me into your mouth. No teeth, just lips and tongue.”
Laura nodded and went back down over him, curling her lips to keep her teeth back.
“Suck harder,” he told her.
She went further down until he hit the back of her throat. His grip tightened in her hair and she loved the pain as he showed her how fast he wanted her to suck him.
“Shit, your mouth is so fucking sweet,” he growled.
Laura didn’t know whether to close her eyes or watch him. Either option sounded great.
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Her mouth felt so good around his dick. The thick length hit the back of her throat. She didn’t gag and he was thankful. Watching a woman gag on him wasn’t enjoyable. Dean couldn’t take his eyes off her. She worked his cock to perfection, tight, warm, and getting better with every second.
“Cup my balls,” he panted. He had to concentrate not to blow down her throat. The choice would be hers if she swallowed or not. Laura had been a virgin, coming apart in his arms a few hours ago. She’d moved quickly to sucking his shaft.
Moans escaped her mouth, muffled as she was filled up. Each sound vibrated along his length. Dean needed to concentrate to not pull on her hair. The constant movement was hitting every button inside his body.
“Fuck, Laura, you’ve got to stop or I’m going to come in your mouth,” he warned.
Laura pulled away from him, but worked his shaft with her hand. In seconds his seed spilled from the tip. Dean was a little disappointed she hadn’t swallowed his cum. At the same time he was pleased she could trust him enough to pull away.
“I’ll get a towel,” she said.
Too exhausted to care, he lay while she cleaned his body of his spent passion.
“Did I do okay?” she asked.
He laughed. She sounded so nervous.