Lexie's First Time(10)
I chuckled, still sitting on my chair. He was being very silly for a grown-up man.
Breathing heavily, his cheeks pink, he said, “Dance with me!”
He clicked something on the computer to turn on some music, and he hauled me to my feet.
The song was “Fell in Love with a Girl,” by The White Stripes, and Smith's dance moves were
unlike anything I'd seen before or since.
I tried to match his frenetic energy, waving my hands over my head, and after a moment, I stopped worrying about how silly I looked, and I threw myself into it.
He grabbed me by the hands, and we twirled around, then he spun me and dipped me. With his
strong arm behind my back, he dipped me low to the ground. I gazed into his sapphire eyes, electrified by his hands on my body, and something took hold of me.
When he pulled me back up again, I threw my arms around his shoulders and brought my face to
his. I didn't kiss him.
The song changed to “Cry Me a River” by Justin Timberlake, and we continued to sway, slow-
dancing, our faces inches apart.
His arms encircled my waist, and he pulled me in tight. There was something in his pants, and it was way too big to be a cell phone. I ground my hips against his, enjoying the feeling of him against my body, and then, finally, when I thought I was going to die if he didn't kiss me, he did.
His lips fell on mine like ripe peaches coming off a tree, and when I parted my lips, I found he tasted as remarkable as he looked. His hot breath billowed like steam on my face, and I needed his tongue in my mouth like I needed his cock inside me.
He pulled away. “Shower with me.”
“What?”
I stood dumbstruck as he unbuttoned his shirt, tossed it aside, and then pulled off his T-shirt.
He was so beautiful with his shirt off, all muscular and golden, with an even tan and a blond trail of hair down the middle of his taut stomach. He dropped his belt, then turned around and removed his trousers and underwear, showing me his butt cheeks, which were also taut and golden. I wanted that ass in my hands, so I followed him as he skipped out of the office, into the master bedroom, past the king-sized bed, and into the luxurious master bathroom.
He got the water running as I undressed myself, moving quickly so I didn't lose my nerve.
I held my arms across my chest as I stepped into the large walk-in shower with him.
As I'd never seen a penis in real life before, much less an erect one, I was understandably shy about looking below the waistline, but I did look, and I didn't have to look far.
There was his cock, thick and reaching up like a strong tree branch you could climb.
Smith kissed my face, lips, and neck, everywhere at once. Heaven found me in the midst of all the warm spray of the shower, my fingertips touching my first cock. It was surprisingly soft and hard at the same time, with the head having some squish at the top, but the shaft being hard just beneath the skin, like wood or bone, which made the names woody and boner make more sense suddenly.
I got to my knees before him and kissed the head, then ran my tongue down the shaft, my face
close enough now that I could smell the musk of his skin.
I stopped for a moment to gaze up at him. I considered telling him I'd never given head before, but then decided to just fake it. I'd heard plenty of detail from my friend Laura back home. She'd just started dating Lars officially, and they spent a lot of time together with his cock in her mouth, by the sound of it.
The water kept coming down, and the heat relaxed me, while the sound of it pattering on the tiles made me think of that exciting night in the park, on the merry-go-round. I put Smith's beautiful cock in my mouth and started to suck, the movements coming naturally as I focused on enjoying the
sensation of his skin against mine.
My hands roamed around, helping at times with the shaft in my mouth, then stroking his muscular
legs and reaching between his legs to fondle that other mysterious area, the balls. He groaned with pleasure when I touched them, so I kept doing the things that made his cock feel harder in my mouth.
With a gasp, he pushed me away.
“Was I biting?”
He pulled me to my feet. “No. Why? Do you bite sometimes?”
I gave him a flirty, bluffing look. “I could.”
He chuckled and flashed me that superhero grin. “Not today. I like things soft and gentle, like this.
Just nice, normal stuff, you know?”
“No kink?”
“I don't think I'd like that stuff,” he said. “What about you?”
“I'm eighteen.”
“You certainly are.”
He pulled me into him and kissed my mouth and neck while he slid his hand between my legs.
With careful fingertips, he parted my swollen lips and massaged the slippery moisture from my slit forward to my nub, which practically jumped into his hand when he touched me there.