He’s quick to push his pants over his hips, letting them fall around his ankles. There’s a brief moment where he struggles to kick them off before giving up in favor of pushing my shirt up and palming my breasts.
His approval spurs me on, so I pump my hand faster over his length, and his hips rock into my touch, seeking more. I’m feeling a little bolder—confident, even—so I smirk up at him and ask, “What do you want me to do?”
He opens his eyes, the lids heavily hooded as they search mine before falling so he can watch me stroke him. When my palm moves over the tip and then back to the base, his legs stiffen and he moans. “Take…oh, fuck…take me in your hot little mouth,” he pleads.
It’s kind of fun to watch him unravel under my touch for once—to know that it’s me that makes him feel this way gives me another boost of confidence, and I slip to my knees between him and the door, eye-level with his erection. He mutters a long string of expletives as I lick my lips. Glancing up at him through my lashes, I see he’s watching me raptly, his eyes wide and his chest heaving, and he cradles my face affectionately.
I’m so nervous—but not enough to back down from this if it’s going to make him feel good—so I take a deep breath and wrap my lips around him. The salty taste of him fills my mouth, and I have to admit that I’m not repulsed by it. I don’t know why I thought I would be, but I’m pleasantly surprised to find that I’m not, and it encourages me to keep going.
“Jesus…fuck,” he hisses as he leans forward, and I hear the soft sound of his nails curling into the heavy wood door behind me. Of course, I can only assume this to be the case since I don’t think I’m talented enough to multi-task my first time out.
It’s strange—not in a bad way, though. Greyston’s erection is bigger than the last one I’d been exposed to, so I’m not comfortable enough to take him into my mouth entirely…not just yet, anyway. I’ll work my way up to it, because based on the videos I watched earlier, the men really seemed to enjoy that. To make up for it, I place my hand below my lips to act as some kind of extension and move slowly up his length. I’m careful to keep my lips firm against him, and when I reach the top, I swirl my tongue around it before plunging back down. Greyston seems to respond positively to this, his hips thrusting forward.
As my head continues to bob slowly—carefully—I’m beginning to understand what Greyston said about him getting as much pleasure out of going down on me; my lower half aches to be tended to; it’s almost enough to make me throw in the towel, pull him to the floor, and straddle him. Almost.
“Fuck, baby,” Greyston pants above me. “You’re a fucking natural at this.” My ego swells, and I pick up the pace a little, even feeling confident enough now to look up at him as I continue.
His lips part, and he’s breathing hard while staring deep into my eyes. The intensity of his stare forces me to shift and wriggle in an effort to quell my own growing desire.
I’m so turned on that I can’t even suppress the moan that’s been building deep in my belly since I wrapped my mouth around him. This elicits a similar—albeit a more guttural—sound from Greyston as he threads his fingers into my hair. He pushes it away from my face and holds it behind my head while he guides me a little faster…then a little deeper—but not too much because he’s more than aware of my comfort level. His hips begin to move in time with my head, and I’m slowly losing my mind.
Greyston’s body tenses, holding my head still midway down his length. I try to keep going, but he pulls me off and urges me up his body. While I would love more than anything to bring him to climax and taste him entirely—a surprising thought for me, to be sure—I’m ready to have my needs met, too.
He roughly pulls back up his body, pressing his lips to mine, pushing his tongue between them and deepening our kiss. I moan at his forcefulness, my tongue caressing his firmly—insistently. I start to remove his shirt, breaking our kiss for only a moment to pull it up his body before he removes mine as well. His hands find my breasts, and I arch into his touch before he growls and spins me around.
My entire body shakes when he tugs my shorts down and lets his hands slowly move up my outer thighs before slipping around the front and slipping between them. I thrust my pelvis back, feeling his erection against my ass, and I do it again without thinking.
“Greyston,” I plead as his lips travel down my neck and over my shoulder. His body leaves mine, and I’m about to protest when I hear the rustle of his pants and foil tearing. Soon, he’s gripping my hips again, adjusting them slightly before easing into me.