She’s gorgeous. Naked in my bed while I still have my jeans on.
“And I want to do this.” Her smile is sassy, her fingers slipping just beneath the waistband of my boxers. “So let me.”
I clench my teeth together when her hands dive deeper, her fingers finding my cock. I can’t take my eyes off of her as she touches me, her lips parting, her eyes widening as she skims the length. She assesses the girth by wrapping her fingers around it.
“Um…” She gives me a tentative squeeze. “I’m almost afraid to see it.”
I break out in a sweat. “Don’t turn me down now.”
“Oh, I’m not going to.” She removes her hand from my dick and starts to push at my jeans, trying to pull them off. “Help me out here.”
Lifting my hips, I remove my jeans and underwear all at once, until I’m just as naked as she is. Unable to help myself, I roll over, so I’m lying on top of her, careful not to smother her since she’s so much smaller than I am. A sigh of satisfaction leaves her and she runs her hands down my back, her fingers drifting, nails lightly scratching, making me shiver.
“I like how heavy you are,” she confesses just before I kiss her.
Drown in her.
“I don’t want to crush you,” I murmur against her lips, thrusting my hips against hers, nice and slow. I can feel my cock dripping onto her stomach, I’m so amped up, so eager to make something happen.
“I like it. You feel like one of those weighted blankets, but even better.” Her hands pause just above my ass, and I mentally encourage her to go lower.
“A weighted blanket?” I lift my brows, drifting my fingers through her silky soft hair, pushing it away from her face. “That’s a new one.”
“No one has ever compared you to a blanket before?” She raises her brows, amusement dancing in her eyes.
“Not that I can remember.” I kiss her to stop her from talking. Not that I don’t mind the banter, but come on.
I’ve got a naked woman squirming under me.
The kiss starts out slow but heats up quickly, until she’s shoving at my chest and I roll off of her so we’re lying side by side, our mouths still fused. She ends the kiss first, pushing me with a single index finger, and I go willingly onto my back, my cock practically sticking straight up.
She runs her mouth down my chest. Along my ribs. Across my stomach. Kisses one hip bone, then the other, completely ignoring my eager dick, making no attempt to touch it.
The woman is driving me out of my mind.
She finally settles between my legs and I spread them wider, giving her more room. She’s kneeling in front of me, her fingers wrapped almost around the base, but not quite.
“Wow,” she whispers, just before she dips her head and licks my shaft like an ice cream cone.
I can’t take my eyes off her. She runs her tongue all over my dick, tracing the veins, teasing the flared head. The slit leaking pre-cum. A groan leaves me when she draws the head between her lips, sucking so hard, her cheeks hollow out.
Hot as fuck.
She takes me as deep as she can before sliding back up, my cock leaving her mouth with an audible pop. She’s breathing hard, working her jaw, and I reach out, drawing my fingers down the side of her neck.
“Relax your throat,” I murmur.
Her gaze flickers to mine, never straying as she makes another attempt. She slides her mouth down, taking me deep. A little deeper. Until she’s gagging and pulling me back out, tears forming in her eyes.
This isn’t some fake show like you see in porn. Tears are streaming down her face and she wipes one away with a sniff.
“This is kind of intense,” she admits.
This is why oral isn’t a main feature in my sex life. Women freak out. They usually just jerk me off while I finger them for a while before we get to actual fucking. I’ve always been cool with it. This is my life. This is how it usually goes.
But with this woman, I want to do more.
I want to do it all.