Throwing the reminder of my clothes to the floor, I glance down at my raging boner and back up to her. Circling my shaft with my fist, I tilt it up, giving her a good show, and chance to back out if she doesn’t want to suck it. I don’t expect her to. To be honest, I’m not sure I really want her to. My nerves have been shot to shit.
Without a word, she kneels on the floor right in front of me. Locking her beautiful eyes with mine, she smiles. It’s like she’s looking right into the depths of my very soul. I love that she has that kind of power over me. I’ve prayed it would be like this since the first moment, I knew I was in love with her so long ago. Now, it’s even better than I imagined.
“Let me.” She huskily states, chewing vigorously on her bottom lip. My Angel must be just as nervous as I am about this. Good to know I’m not alone in this feeling.
Wrapping delicate fingers around my shaft, she runs her tongue over the tip and a wave of ecstasy jolts my system. Another lick to the tip and my sac tightens, ready to blow.
Fuck this is amazing!
“Is this okay?”
I nod, eyes hooded, as I take in my beautiful woman kneeling before me. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, her back slightly bent forward, while she rests on her knees. I could get used to this.
Encasing my pre-come soaked head between her lips, she swallows down my offering and closes her eyes as she glides me into the velvet heat of her mouth. A slow rumbling moan bursts out of my lips as her mouth comes to rest on my trimmed pubis. Humming in her throat, she laves the underside of my cock with her tongue, with it still engulfed in her mouth.
Holy fuck!
Picking up the pace, using one hand to pump my shaft, she sucks and plunges my head into the back of her groaning throat. Working her own shaft, she sucks me into slick velvet heaven. Hot bursts of air shoot from her nose, as her mouth filled moans start to hasten, and she sucks harder, greedier. Working me like a pro.
Fuck…. Fuck, yes.
Threading my hands behind my head, I instinctively buck into her mouth, losing myself in divine pleasure.
My balls tighten and she drops lady, grabs onto my sac and tugs. Oh fuck! My body tenses, I clinch my jaw and trip over the edge.
I’m coming!
Calling out her name, I shoot hot streams of my salty come into her throat. Swallowing me down completely, she smiles, holding my thick head in her mouth.
“That was… Shit… I dunno, Lex. But I fucking loved it. Thank you.”
Giggling, she shakes her head and sucks my entire semi-hard shaft back into her mouth one last time before she releases it.
“You taste delicious, like granny smith apples.” She languidly licks her lips and I groan at the perfect sight.
I offer my hand to her, and she uses it to stand and I bring her into a hug. Kissing her temple, I whisper. “I love you, Angel. Let me return the favor. I want to suck on you, to make you come.”
“Um… I sort of already did, honey.” She shyly giggles, her lips on my chest delivering the tiniest of kisses. She’s even sweet after she gives me a blowjob. What a goddess. My goddess. How’d I ever get so damn lucky?
“Came when you were sucking on me?”
Her forehead nods into my shoulder. “Yes, it was sexy and you taste good and smell good down there. It’s nice.”
I smell and taste good. Never thought that would matter to me but it does. Knowing my woman likes my taste and my smell, makes me I don’t know… happy?
Just when I think I can’t possibly love her any more than I already do, my heart swells, tightening in my chest, feeling like it’s about to burst with an immeasurable amount of love. It’s one thing to fall for a person on paper. You know about them. You hear about them. Fantasize. You get this fictional picture in your head, that they are a certain way. Lex, she’s even better than I imagined in my dreams. Better to taste, touch, smell, hold, love, and to know. She talked with me last night for hours on the roof. I entrusted her with stories about my family, about my mother, about everything. Things I’ve never disclosed to a single person and not once did she judge me. Not once did I feel like she didn’t want to hear about my life or feelings. Feelings…there goes that word. Men are equipped to kick those stupid things to the curb. Feelings make us weak. We’re supposed to ignore them, unless they are sexually derived. When I’m with her, I can’t though. I can’t help but feel everything. When she’s hurting, I’m hurting. When she’s happy, I feel happy. It’s kind of fucked up if you think about it.
But what’s that saying? ‘Perhaps the feelings we feel when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.’