Page 57 of Body Shot

She sits, looking up at me expectantly, her lips slightly parted.

Damn. I don’t know how to make this into a lesson.

All she has to do is kiss me down there and I’ll be happy.

Licking is nice.

Sucking is better.

Letting me fuck her mouth would be almost as good as her pussy.

Almost.

But mostly I want her to enjoy it.

“Kiss it,” I say after a moment. “The tip, the shaft, my balls… it’s all good for me.”

She frowns a little but then leans forward and starts giving the same attention to my cock that she gave to my torso and legs a little while ago. Her lips are feather-light, almost as if she’s afraid of hurting me, and I’m hesitant to tell her that she doesn’t have to be so timid.

“More,” I encourage softly. “You have to be gentle with my nuts, but you’re not going to hurt my cock unless you use your teeth.”

She nods and begins licking the head with interest, while one hand wraps around the base without any pressure.

“Squeeze,” I say, bracing my feet.

This already feels incredible, and after two days of touching her with no reciprocation, I’m already close.

“It doesn’t hurt?” She looks mildly confused, and I wonder what bullshit Seth Crandall told her about giving head.

“No, baby. It feels great. You feel great. Try sucking a little. Just the tip.”

Her lips close around me and—fuck—it feels amazing.

She’s tentative, and I reach down, gently cupping the side of her face. “You won’t hurt me. Harder.”

Her fist clenches with a perfect amount of pressure, and I let out a hiss as she sucks a couple of inches into her mouth.

“Just like that,” I rasp, praying I can hold on long enough to make her feel like she knows what she’s doing.

Watching my dick disappearing into her mouth is hot, though, and I’m beginning to feel a familiar tingle at the base of my spine.

“Baby…” I grind out the word. “You feel so good, and I’m so fucking close. Can I fuck your mouth?”

She bobs her head up and down once and I slowly begin gliding in and out, pushing a little further with each thrust. She’s probably not ready to deep throat, but it’s hard to hold back. I want to fist her hair, pound into her mouth, and shoot down her throat, but I manage to stay in control.

“Suck,” I growl. “A little more—fuck!” I throw back my head and let out a yell as I come, simultaneously hoping I don’t choke her because while I’m no Ron Jeremy, I’m not small.

When my eyes uncross and I stop shaking, I look down to see a faint smile on her lips. There’s a look I can’t quite decipher in her eyes, and I gently reach out to pull her up and into my arms.

“You okay?”

“I’m wonderful.”

“You have a confused look in your eyes. Are you sure I wasn’t too rough at the end? Did you choke?”

“No.” She shakes her head, a dazzling smile on her lips. “It was hot. Ilovedit.”

“I’m glad.” I stroke a hand down her arm. “You’ll tell me if something isn’t good, yeah? Communication is how we navigate all this since it’s new to you.”

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