Page 8 of Big Bold Gambler

“I’d like that,” she says when she recovers from my compliment. “How about we go to my room?”

“Lead the way.” Letting her pull me from my seat, she leads me through the house to her bedroom.

The place is well decorated with soft shades of green and pink. It fits her personality perfectly. I don’t get long to admire the space, though. She walks me over to her bed, stopping next to it and staring at me expectantly. I realize this is my time to take the lead.

Slowly, I lie her down on the bed and settle myself on top of her. She looks up at me, her expression full of promise and trust. It goes straight to my cock, my member twitching in my pants in anticipation.

I lower myself and connect our mouths gently. Jeannie hums against my lips, pleased with the contact. The noise strokes my ego, imbuing me with a sense of pride at making her feel so good with the smallest touch.

As our kiss gets more heated, I hold my waist carefully above her. While we’re picking up where we left off, I don’t want to push her too far too quickly. She doesn’t need to feel my quickly hardening cock against her just yet.

Apparently, Jeannie has different ideas. Her hands drift from where they’re resting on my back down to my ass. Then, when I nip at her bottom lip, she yanks me down, pushing my dick against her center.

“Oh,” she giggles into my mouth. “You’re–”

“You drive me crazy,” I say, pushing my hips further against her. “I can’t help it.”

“I like that I can feel it.” She kisses me again before she whispers against my lips, “I want to touch it.”

“Are you sure? You don’t have to,” I ask, only climbing off of her when she nods.

Jeannie watches me with unconcealed interest as I pull myself out of my jeans. I give myself a few strokes, keeping an eye on her face to gauge her reaction. Her hand twitches in her lap, so I let go of my cock.

“Can I?”

“Of course.” I present my body to her, feeling oddly on display.

The first touch of her around my dick is divine. She holds me softly, hesitantly. Then, when she pumps her fist and I growl, her movements get more confident. Her grip tightens and it’s so good. There’s something about her, this woman and her touch on my body do me in completely.

“How do you feel about teaching me to use my mouth?” she asks me suddenly and her words send a thrill through me that causes me to cant my hips forward slightly.

“Jeannie,” I warn gruffly, “you don’t have to push forward with anything. We can go at whatever pace you want to.”

“I’ve never done it before but…I want to,” she replies without looking away from my length. “With you, I want to.”

I watch her for a few long moments, looking for any form of hesitancy. But she seems sure, her gaze hungry and burning over my skin.

“I don’t know what to do, so if you don’t want to because of that…” she trails off, turning shy again.

I reach out without thinking, grabbing her chin and bringing her eyes back to me. “I want nothing more than to feel your mouth on my cock. Go ahead whenever you’re ready. I’ll guide you through it.”

She nods, giving me a kiss before sliding down the length of my body. Her soft, feminine hand are still wrapped around my cock, and she begins jerking me off. She’s working herself up to it, I can tell by the look of determination in her face, so I stay quiet, enjoying the attention she’s giving me.

It takes her a few minutes to bow her head, but when she does, it’s entirely worth the wait. Her tongue darts out, swiping across the tip of my length. I grit my teeth as tendrils of pleasure pulse through me. The urge to fuck her mouth is overwhelming, but she isn’t there yet. I don’t want to scare her off. She’ll want that one day, I’m certain of that. But I’m a patient man.

After about thirty seconds of experimental kitten licks, she sinks her head down, taking in about an inch of my member. I can’t help but throw my head back in ecstasy. She’s clearly hesitant about choking on it, which seems to make this all the more endearing.

“That feels good, baby,” I encourage her, threading my fingers through her hair gently.

Invigorated by my praises, she drops her head a little lower. When she doesn’t gag, she repeats the motion. Then she does itagain, and again. With each bob of her head, her speed increases and she’s able to take in just a little more of me.

I can already feel the first signs of my orgasm approaching, and when I look down at her, the edge seems imminent. Her cheeks are hollowed, and her eyes are closed. Spit collects around the corners of her mouth. It’s too much too fast, and I don’t want this to be over yet.

“Jeannie,” I groan, pulling lightly at her hair to get her off of me. “Just a second, I’m starting to get close.”

“Huh?” she asks, blinking tears out of her eyes.

“You’re really good at this,” I tell her, taking deep steadying breaths.

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