Page 65 of The Import Slot
She’s staring intensely at me, and I open my mouth to ask her what she’s doing. I still, before the words come out, she’s kissing me again, slowly at first, passionate and then more profound. It blows my mind.
My cock, hard before, is screaming at me now. My balls feel tight, and my head is swimming. I can feel her hand getting lower, then it stops, and her fingers dance over the trail of hair on my navel. She breaks away, and I lean up to follow her, not wanting her to go, but she tells me to slip my boxers down, which I do without hesitation. She leans back in and gives me another kiss before her lips travel down to my jaw, then my neck.
By the time she’s made her way to my chest, she’s pushed herself down the bed, and before I know it, she’s under the sheets, between my knees.
I need to watch this; I can’t get the covers away quick enough, and she’s looking straight at me when she comes back into view. Her eyes dart down to my cock, which is commanding her attention, and she grips the base in her hand and strokes my whole length, once, twice, three times before letting go.
I gasp, and she licks her lips, dips her head and gives my balls the most delicate of kisses. Fuck me. I’m ready to explode.
I take some deep breaths, thinking of Danny crying himself to sleep, thinking of anything other than Jen’s mouth. She gives the tip a little stroke as she works her mouth on my balls before gripping me again and slowly sucking the tip, her tongue massaging the underside.
This is heaven, and I want more. I reach down and form a makeshift ponytail with my hands, gripping her hair, as she takes me deep.
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
I haven’t had a blow job as slow and controlled as this before, and I love it. Come to think of it, I’ve never had a blowjob this good before. She takes me as deeply as she can. I can feel the back of her throat, but she doesn’t stop. Up and down, long strokes with her mouth.
“I fucking love it deep in your throat, babe,” I say. She looks at me, meeting my eyes, and smiles around my dick before breaking away.
“Fuck my throat,” she says, and I do.
She takes all I can give her, her eyes watering, and she slurps around me. I love the sounds, the sounds of my cock deep in her throat. It’s intense, and I can feel my orgasm building.
“I’m getting close,” I say, and she keeps it up, looking to accept what I have to give.
I thrust deep one last time, and she holds herself there while I come, exploding down her throat. When people say they see stars, they actually see stars.
It takes a moment for my eyes to focus and for my head to clear. My breathing steadies and I look at her. She’s looking up at me with her beautiful brown eyes.
“I’ve wanted to do that for such a long time. You have no idea,” she says as I pull her up, but I bet it’s as long as I’ve wanted the same thing.
I want to make her feel good, too. She’s straddling me now, higher than is ideal, but I can make it work. My hands rest on her hips, and I gently caress her waist as I make my way up to pull at her top. It’s over her head in a flash, and I waste no time getting her bra off and pulling her down over me.
I take her left nipple in my mouth, gently nipping with my teeth, causing her to moan. It’s a delicious sound, and I’m hard again.
Whipping her onto her back, she lays down and lets me push her tits together to bury my face in her soft skin.
“You’ve got too many clothes on,” I say again, running my hand over the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. I need to ban pyjamas in my bed for sure.
A glint appears in her eyes. Doubt? I kiss along her waistband before sitting back up.
“You okay, babe?”
“You don’t have to do that,” she says.
“Are you fucking kidding me? Get these off.” She blushes and then gives me a nod.
I need no further encouragement to get her naked, and my mouth waters with anticipation. My lips travel over her thighs, and I can see her wetness, glistening. I push her left leg away to see her, and she whimpers when my breath catches on her skin.
I’m not disappointed. She’s perfect, and my head is spinning with how fucking turned on I am.
She’s trimmed and neat and I want to bury my cock in there, but it’s not about me right now.
“I’m embarrassingly wet,” she says, covering her face.
“I fucking love it,” I say, running my middle finger down her pussy before slipping it inside. Fuck, she’s tight. She trembles and lets out a moan.
“Is this okay?” I say, my finger pumping in and out slowly. She nods, and I ready my tongue, flicking it over her clit.
