I wasn’t sure if Greta heard what I’d said, because she was focused on my cock once more. She trailed her hands down my stomach, her fingers following the trail of dark hair going down to my erection. She began to trace the vein pumping blood into my cock from the base to the tip. I swallowed a moan, not wanting to interrupt Greta’s intense focus. Her fingers circled my tip then stroked along the bottom of it up to the point where a drop of pure lust had gathered. She picked it up with the pad of her index finger before she brought it to her mouth and tasted it.
“Greta,” I groaned. It cost me every ounce of restraint not to pull her against me, ravage her mouth and then make her mine.
Mine.
Mine. Fuck it.
She ignored me, and trailed her fingers down to my balls, cupping them. She began to massage them gently then peered up at me. “Do you like that?”
“I do.”
My voice was raw and grumbly.
“Hmm.” Greta nodded, brows puckering as if she was making a mental note. She got down on her knees but our height difference was too big. I leaned back against the washstand and got in a wide stance until my cock was at eyelevel with Greta. I wasn’t sure what she was going to do and my brain was too frazzled to think too much anyway. With Greta you could never be sure. Maybe she was just going to stare at my cock and really take it in, but I hoped she’d discover me with her lips.
Greta fondled my balls again and brought her face closer to my cock. To my confusion she tilted her head to the side and then her tongue darted out and joined her fingers on my balls before she parted her mouth and sucked part of my ball into her mouth while her nimble fingers played with the other.
“Fuck,” I gritted out, my balls jerking. I squeezed my cock hard in warning once, still shellshocked over Greta’s move and so fucking turned on, I was worried I’d spill my cum on her black crown soon. Luckily my cock got the warning and calmed the fuck down.
Greta peered up at me with interest but she kept licking and sucking my balls. Her fingers soon moved on to my thighs and ass, raking her fingernails along my skin in the most tantalizing way. She let up, moving a bit higher, her lips grazing the base of my cock.
“Do you like it?”
I gave a terse nod.
“I didn’t want to start with the obvious spot. That’s like a man who starts with a woman’s clitoris instead of working his way toward it, right?”
I didn’t have the capacity to have a conversation. “You’re perfect.”
She gave me a small, pleased smile before she looked back down to my cock. She parted her lips and cupped my tip with them, and static filled my head. Slowly, meticulously she worked my length into her mouth until my tip hit the back of her throat and she gagged. She sucked in a breath through her nose and tried to take me deeper. I gently stroked her hair. “You don’t have to take me all the way.” Very few could. I was too thick and long, and Greta only had me halfway so far. She pulled back and took a shaky breath, licking her lips. Frustration flickered on her face. “I can’t do this properly yet. I guess it takes practice.”
“Blowjobs are never proper. Do what feels right, what turns you on. Don’t overthink it.”
“I want to give you pleasure.”
“Trust me, if you’re turned on, I’m turned on.”
“Okay,” she said, and her approach changed. She was no longer thinking about technique, she was simply acting. Her tongue circled my tip, then the rim following my vein down to my base once more. She closed her eyes as she worked her lips back up again and slowly sucked me into her mouth. She established a slow, sensual rhythm, her cheeks hollowing every time she took me deep into her mouth. One of her palms fondled my balls while her other hand was curled around my cock, pumping in rhythm with her sucking. I clutched the washstand in a death grip as I watched Greta suck me off. Every time my cock parted her pouty lips and claimed her mouth inch by inch, a low groan escaped my lips.
Greta found a steady rhythm that drove me higher and higher. I cupped her head, stroking her silky hair. She cast her eyes up but didn’t slow. I was losing control. It was a new experience. For me to orgasm I had to focus on it, which meant I could usually last for a long time but seeing Greta with my cock in her mouth completely rid me of control.
“Greta, I can’t last much longer. You need to pull back.”
She smiled around my cock but didn’t pull back or slow. Maybe she didn’t understand what I meant. Fuck. It was hard to focus. I just wanted to spill into her mouth but at the same time I didn’t. “I’m going to come in your mouth. Pull back.”
Greta gave a small shake of her head and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My balls clenched, followed by my dick and then my orgasm raced through me. Greta kept sucking even as I came in her mouth, and swallowed around my tip but still some of my cum dripped out and slid down her chin before it dropped on her chest. I groaned at the sight and my cock jerked with another load.
Greta tried to swallow it too but more of it dripped out and onto her chest, then slithered below her neckline. Even when my cock had stopped twitching, she circled my tip with her tongue until I couldn’t take it anymore. She was so beautiful when she sucked my cock. I gently pushed her back until my cock slid out of her, still half erect.
Greta gave me a proud smile as I tried to catch my breath.
I shook my head. “You didn’t have to swallow.”
“I wanted to. You seemed to enjoy my taste yesterday.”
I closed my eyes briefly for a few deep breaths. When I opened them, Greta stood before me, her chin and neckline still covered in my sperm.
She reached between her legs with a hint of curiosity. “I’m wet.”