He didn’t argue with me. Instead, he reached for my chin, pushed me down to my knees, and pulled my face to the tip of his hardened flesh. He continued to hold my chin as he pressed past my lips. I didn’t have a choice but to open wide as the thickness of his member filled every inch of open space in my mouth. The weight was heavy against my tongue, and as he pressed deeper inside, I struggled not to gag as his full size touched the back of my throat. He released my chin and placed both of his hands on each side of my head, and gently began rocking his hips. The friction of my lips along his smooth and velvety skin caused his penis to twitch and grow even bigger.
I looked up at him, and for the first time since we entered the shower, he wasn’t staring at me. Instead, he had his eyes closed, his head tilted back slightly, and my pussy pulsated knowing I was giving him pleasure by having my mouth around him.
Tasting the saltiness, smelling the musky odor, and feeling the black hairs that circled his sex brush up against my face each time he drove as far into my mouth as he could, lit my body on fire even as the water from the shower extinguished the flames. I held my position, kept my mouth open, and tried to give this man the best blowjob of his life. I think it helped that he kept his hands firmly placed on my head. It offered me the support and guidance that I so desperately needed. He chose the pace and set the depth of how far he would fuck my mouth. I was his vessel to fuck and I loved every second of it.
I would worship this cock as I knew he wanted me to do.
In and out he went, plundering my mouth. I watched his face tighten, heard his breathing increase, and felt his thrusts grow in aggression. A deep moan came from the depths of his belly and exited his lips on a growl. Hot liquid shot from his cock and coated the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow the salty, milky matter. He released my head from his grip, and with a gentle touch of his fingertip, he swiped at the remnants of his release that seeped from the corner of my mouth.
He pulled me back to standing and continued to bathe the rest of my body and then did the same to his. Silently turning off the water, he reached for two towels and handed one to me. Once he dried his body off, he used his towel to help dry my hair. He gently squeezed the water out, massaging my scalp again. Closing my eyes, I just allowed the feelings of good to wash over me.
“What should we do today?” he asked as he reached for my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom. “It’s going to be a nice day, and I don’t know about you, but I could use a day out in nature. Something that allows some fresh air.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“Kayaking sounds good,” he answered simply as he sat me down on the bed. “Ever been?”
He walked over to a dresser and pulled out a shirt and pair of shorts. I clung to the towel around my body as goosebumps covered my flesh.
“No,” I answered. I wasn’t really the outdoorsy type. “I don’t really get along with Mother Nature.”
“It’s easy, and you’ll love it,” he said, leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. “You just haven’t been introduced to her properly yet by the right person.”
“And you are that person?” My belly flipped and my skin sizzled. He was acting like we were going on a… on a date.
“Get ready and we’ll go get breakfast on the way to the lake.”
13
Mr. D
It had only been a couple of days, and we were moving at warp speed. Sex, cuddling, waking up together in the morning, showering, having breakfast together, and now spending the day with each other like an official date was not the way I liked to live my life. I hadn’t had a relationship in years, and frankly, I preferred it that way. Casual sex kept things simple, and I liked simple.
But Corrine was anything but simple.
I shouldn’t have had sex with her, but at the same time, I wasn’t going to live my life with regrets. And I didn’t regret having sex with Corrine and acting so fast and furious. Maybe if I were a wiser man, I would. Maybe I should be promising it would never happen again, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I did want her, again, and again, and again.
Was I some sex-crazed creep who just wanted young, tight pussy? I’m sure many would view me as that if they knew what happened last night, and then this morning, and hopefully multiple more times this weekend. But I didn’t care. It was nobody’s business what we did. Just ours, and as long as we could keep it that way, we would be able to create our own version of simple.