“You’ll have to forgive me if I fumble a little. I’ve never…well, never really done this before. Even with…even with him. I never had the desire,” Mandy confessed shyly. Wondered why she was telling him this now.
“Mandy, you can do anything you want with me,” he rasped, voice barely recognizable.
Mandy whimpered, thinking of all the naughty, wicked things she definitely wanted to try with him. She’d enjoyed sex in the past, but nothing like this. Marcus seemed to like his women passive, with him content to do all the work while she just lay there, receptive yet not really participating. She didn’t want to be that way with Ethan. Staring down at his incredibly sexy body with the mess of inky tattoos, she felt a rush of wanton prowess that made her ready to do just about anything imaginable.
A smile lifted the corner of her lips as her fingers worked to open the fly of his jeans. To her surprise, her hands were passably steady. Ethan’s breathing was not. He leaned halfway up on his elbows, his gorgeous chest heaving with every breath. She couldn’t look up at him or she’d falter.
Everything slowed down.
Mandy felt like she was waiting for him to catch his breath while she did the same. She couldn’t rip her eyes from his beautiful body, at what her hands unveiled as she reached into his black briefs. Finding him so swollen and thick, she could barely wrap her fist around him. His cock was as beautiful as the rest of him, with a well-defined crown, toned almost to an angry purple as the shaft darkened slightly down to its base of thick, veiny muscle.
“Oh my God,” she breathed as he pulsed in her hand. This part of him felt so alive to her, so real and ready. She couldn’t back away now, not from this. Not from the way her pussy felt just having his maleness in her hands. In between her thighs, her innermost muscles twittered in psychic reaction at the sight of his utter, feral-like maleness, so alive that it felt like its own separate entity. Stroking her way from the base to the tip, Mandy bent forward, tucking her hair behind her ear with one hand so that it was out of the way.
She didn’t exactly know what she should do with this magnificent looking cock – she only knew what she wanted to do with it. She wanted to fist it, squeeze hard on it, and then lick it all around the tip, slurping up the tiny diamond drops of pre-cum beaded there. Wanted to flick the tip of her tongue beneath his crown and at the notched V. Then she wanted to stretch her mouth around him and take his mushroom cap in her mouth and slide her lips down, down, down over him inch by inch till her throat couldn’t take anymore. She heard Ethan let out a strangled sound and realized she’d done everything she’d only just imagined doing and now had her mouth stuffed with Ethan’s cock. She opened her eyes wide to look up at him and saw his face flushed with the effort to control himself. Beads of sweat gathered on his upper lip.
His hands gathered her hair into a ponytail as he watched her begin to move up and down his cock, her wet mouth making loud, popping noises. Her lust-dazed mind cleared enough to hear his rasped words of encouragement as his hips started to thrust up to meet her descent, pushing himself gently into the depths of her throat. He felt rock hard and warm in her mouth, like steel wrapped in silk. She moaned deeply and felt the vibrations of sound echo around his shaft. He felt it too, because he bucked, teeth clenching as his fingers tightened on her hair, stilling her movement. Mandy’s tongue kept working around his shaft and tip, savouring his taste and texture. Wanting what she knew could very well come spurting and filling her mouth as he grew even harder and bigger inside her. Ethan was breathing hard as he held her head still.
“I can’t – damn – can’t hold back. Stop, Mandy,” Ethan said gruffly, and with gentle hands, he pulled Mandy’s mouth from his cock. She bit on her lip in deprivation. But then he was drawing her up against his chest for a ravishing kiss.
“It felt so damn good being inside your beautiful mouth,” he moaned into her lips. “Almost can’t believe you’ve never done it before. Two seconds more and…” He rasped his tongue over the seam of her mouth. “You make me want you so much I’m fucking shaking, baby.” And he was, the slight tremors evident in his lean, strong frame.
“I’m shaking, too,” Mandy breathed, half-lying on top of him. “And I liked having you in my mouth. I love how you taste.”
Ethan growled and Mandy marvelled at her crudeness. But it made her even hotter talking dirty to him. She was shedding her inhibitions with lightning speed and felt ready to go full throttle. With Ethan – only with him.