Page 48 of Spark
He reached down to unzip his jeans, and she wriggled back to give him room. She surprised him in a good way when she reached in and drew his cock out with gentle care.
She held him very tentatively, as if she was afraid she might break him. The too-light pressure drove him crazy. He needed more.
"Go ahead, touch me," he coaxed.
Sophie closed her fingers a little tighter around his swollen shaft.
“Harder. Let me show you how I like it.” He wrapped his hand around hers, showing her what he needed, and guided her fisted hand slowly up the length of his cock.
When they reached the end, he suggested, "Now pretend you're milking a cow."
She giggled. “Oh my God, that’s such a country thing to say!”
“Well, we’re on a ranch, aren’t we?” he asked, trying to keep a straight face.
She ventured a tugging half-twist, and his breath caught. “Yeah. That feels really good.” He added, “You can go harder. And faster, too."
She looked at him questioningly.
He chuckled. "Don't worry. You won't hurt me." He paused and licked his lips, then added, mostly to see how she’d react, "I like it rough, Sophie. Hair-pulling, biting, maybe even a little spanking."
To his delight, a slow wave of red rose from the tops of her bare breasts and tinted her face. She was so fucking adorable when she blushed, especially considering that she was currently topless and in the middle of giving him a hand job.
He had a brief, vivid fantasy of having her on all fours on the living room carpet, her soft hair wound around his fist, burying himself balls-deep in her wet, hot, tight pussy and riding her until they both came so hard that they saw stars.
Later, he promised himself. He needed to take it slow and easy with her right now. Besides, there was other fun stuff he wanted to do first.
That included leaning back against the sofa cushions, and admiring the sight of her sweet breasts swaying gently as she worked him.
Wearing the cutest frown of concentration, she seemed completely focused on pleasuring him, stroking, squeezing and varying the speed with which she moved her hand on him, looking at him for his reactions.
“Hey,” he ventured after a few fun minutes. “How would you feel about using your mouth?”
Her hand stopped moving on him. She glanced up and he saw uncertainty but no distaste. “I—I wouldn’t mind.”
“I’ll return the favor afterwards,” he promised, and added, “I want to see if I can make you scream my name while I’ve got my face between your legs.”
It was hard not to laugh when she blushed again. She was so fucking sweet, he could hardly stand it.
Why the hell had he waited so long to play with her like this?
He almost came on the spot when those deliciously soft, wet lips closed around the very tip of his cock and she looked up at him questioningly.
Holy shit, he realized.She’s never done this before?
He swallowed hard.
“You don’t have to take the whole thing into your mouth,” he told her. “You can use your hand, too. The end is the most sensitive. It, uh, feels really good if you lick and suck that. And watch your teeth,” he added, because that part was really important, as far as he was concerned.
Sophie made a muffled sound of agreement, which tickled his needy cock in all the right ways. Then she set to work with enthusiasm.
She turned out to be a natural. It felt like fucking heaven, all hot, wet pressure and her talented tongue caressing his head and slit.
He’d been on the edge for a while now, so it didn’t take long for the familiar whirlpool of sensation to begin gathering at the base of his spine as his balls tightened.
“Hey,” he warned her. “I’m really close.”
Chris didn’t want to come in her mouth, especially if she was new at this.
