Despite the wad of cum in my hand and open, vulnerable ass, we lay here for a good amount of time.
There’s a swelling in my chest that I can’t quite explain.
Then it hits me. Not the feeling, something else.
“I know what I’ll make for dinner tonight!” I proclaim, moving my head from his chest.
The amusement on his face is wonderful. “I’m glad I could help,” he chuckles.
Rolling my eyes, I climb off him still cupping my cum.
“Where are you going?” Snagging my arm, he pulls me back down on him.
Confused, I look at his dick, which is already standing erect.
“That was only the beginning.”
The brightness disappears and the look he wears now promises a long night ahead of me.
“Oh god.”
In the most serious voice he says, “Not even he could help you.”
The chill I had earlier pales in comparison to the gust that billows through my body.
“Can I…at least wash my hands?” I ask, holding up my fisted hand.
The bark of laughter has us both chuckling.
“Please do.”
In the most sincere voice, I ask, “You don’t wanna lick it from my hand?”
The lovely expression strips from his face and is replaced with pure disgust. “Get outta here,” he says playfully, batting me away.
When I come back he’s no longer laying across the couch. Now he’s sitting upright with his legs deliciously spread, his hard cock sticking right out.
My mouth starts to water. I’m about to get on my knees when he says, “Wait. Where’s your phone?”
I stop in my tracks. “The floor…”
I start to search for it, unsure why he wants it. Are we about to do a photo shoot?
Once I find it half under the couch, I kneel in front of him and wait for further instructions.
“Can you pull up the video of our first time together?”
Oh!
His hands tug at the couch material. Is he shy?
Biting my bottom lip, I try to fight back my amusement, not that he’s looking at me to see.
Once it’s up, I hand him the phone and he holds it out a ways for us both to see.
“Can I suck you while we watch?” I try to sound casual about it when I’m feeling like a desperate whore for that big dick.
He nods.