Page 29 of Good Girl
I hear her clear her throat, and when I turn round to look at her again she’s moved closer to me, so close I catch the sweet, musky scent of her. ‘Okay, well, maybe I could do...something else for you, then,’ she says in a teasing sort of voice that I’ve not heard before. There’s desire in her eyes, and determination, and my cock springs fully to attention in anticipation of what it might mean.
‘Oh, yeah? What’s that?’ I murmur, unable to tear my gaze away from the expression in her midnight-blue eyes. It’s mesmerising. I’ve never seen her like this before and it’s doing all kinds of strange things to me.
Without saying a word, she undoes the button on my trousers, then tugs down the zip. ‘Can I touch you?’
I give a jerky nod.
Her eyes don’t leave mine as she slides her hand into the waistband of my boxers and takes a firm hold of my cock. I’m already hard, but as her cool fingers wrap around me another hard pulse of blood joins what’s already relocated there.
She looks up at me with startled eyes. ‘I have no means of comparison, other than pictures I’ve seen, but am I right in thinking your penis is very large?’
My smile is wide and wicked. ‘Yes. I have a big cock.’
But to her credit she doesn’t wimp out. Instead she drops to her knees in front of me, slides down my trousers and boxers and then boldly wraps her hand back around my shaft.
I suck in a breath, aware that I don’t want her to think she needs to do this for me. I’ve deliberately not pushed for my own pleasure up till now to take the pressure off the situation, to allow her time to become comfortable with the idea of touching me, but to be honest it’s been really fucking hard. As has my cock whenever we’ve been together.
‘Juno, you don’t have to...’
She looks up at me imploringly. ‘I want to. I’ve never done this before and I want to experience it. Can I? Please?’
As if I could say no to this woman when she’s on her knees.
‘Yes.’
She explores me tentatively at first, as if she’s fascinated by the weight of my dick and the way it feels in her hand. Then she wraps her fingers firmly around my shaft and starts to pump her fist firmly up and down, catching the sensitive end each time with the pad of her thumb, and any thoughts of ending this fly right out of my head.
‘Fuck. That feels so good,’ I groan as my sex-starved body jumps in delight. Then without warning she moves closer, unwraps her fingers and takes my cock deep into the heat of her mouth.
And that puts an end to any more thoughts of arguing for her to go slow. There’s no way I’m going to be able to stop this now. It feels way too fucking good.
She’s a little hesitant at first with her movements, but every time I give a groan of pleasure it seems to spur her on and her movements become more confident. She begins to explore and play with my cock, swirling her tongue around the head, then gently poking the end of it into my slit. Then back to sucking. She’s using her tongue to lap me as she reaches the tip and the added pressure there is making me wild.
Fuck. This is not going to last long if she keeps doing that.
I try to think about something else...my sculptures that still need work, the gallery opening in the city I want to go to in a few days...but nothing seems to be working.
I decide the only option is to give in and let it happen.
‘Wrap your hand around the base and squeeze a little,’ I command, deciding I might as well make a lesson out of this too.
She does what I’ve asked and pleasure shoots through my balls as she continues to work her mouth over me, taking me deep, then sweeping her tongue hard over the head of my cock. I sense my orgasm growing and grip the edge of the table to steady myself.
‘A little faster,’ I say, groaning with satisfaction as she does it. The mind-melting pressure continues to build, until the only thing I can think about is her hot mouth around my cock and the hard flicks of her tongue against it. And then I’m coming, spurting into the cavern of her mouth, my whole body on fire with relief, but she doesn’t stop or draw away from me until I stop twitching.
When I finally get myself together and look down at her, she’s grinning up at me like the cat that got the cream.
‘You’ve really never done that before?’ I mutter, my voice guttural and low.
‘Never. But the Internet is a wealth of information.’ She seems delighted that she’s been able to make me lose my mind like that.
‘You’re a quick study.’
She shrugs, then smiles. ‘I pride myself on doing my research properly.’
‘Still, there’s always room for improvement,’ I cajole her, giving her a wink to let her know I’m teasing. ‘And practice makes perfect, right?’
