Page 69 of The Lie
His breathing speeds up, but he doesn’t immediately respond, so I wait. I have to be sure he’s ready.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” he finally says, and I need that just as much as he does.
I lean forward, wishing I had my hair tie but I hold my hair back as best I can as I lick the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around as I look up to him. He watches me as his hands grip the sheets. I love his reaction; I could do this all day just to watch him so worked up.
I stroke my hand up his length and suck the tip of his cock.
“Fuck, oh shit,” he mutters, and I smile around his cock as I decide to take his length deeper.
He pulls my hair away from my face, and I look up at him, his cock in my mouth, and he moans my name. The look he gives me has me squeezing my thighs together.
Hi cock, I can touch without any issues.
Maybe I can touch him while he’s feeling this pleasure. I caress his hip gently, and he doesn’t move. I hold it slightly tighter, and his body stills under mine. I let go, swirling my tongue around his cock, and he mutters a string of curse words before he groans, his hips flexing up to meet my strokes.
I use my other hand to play with his balls, and I feel them tighten as his body bows towards me.
“Mila, fuck,” is the only warning I get before his hot cum shoots into my mouth, and I swallow his cock, chasing the taste of him and loving that he let me do this.
Breaking free, I look over at him. He breathes deeply, and the grin he gives me has me rubbing my thighs together, wanting friction.
He opens his mouth, then closes it, like he has no words.
“Speechless? Glad I could blow your mind.” I’m not sure how he would feel if I kissed him. Some guys find tasting themselves a turn-off.
He shakes his head and lets out a deep chuckle. “That was amazing, Mila. I had no idea…no idea that’s how it felt.”
I’m just about to tell him that’s because it’s me sucking his cock when I see it written on his face. Something I’d never considered, only making sense to me now.
The no touching, watching him at that first party I crashed, everyone all over each other and Roman avoiding the only other girl in the room.
Hunter left us and gave us privacy.
Is Roman a virgin? No. There’s no way.
“Was that your first time?” I ask hesitantly, not wanting to ruin this moment by asking him.
He nods, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he sits up a little. He reaches for me. I move up and kiss him, Hi reaches for my head and pulls me in closer.
“I saved all my firsts for you, Mila.”
I’m stunned. Holy shit.
He moves around so he hovers down onto me and he gives me a wicked grin. I have a feeling where this is going and it’s gonna be good.
He traces a path of kisses down my breasts and chest, and the butterflies fly wild in my belly as my tummy, before stopping at the waist band of my shorts. He looks up at me and I smile. He doesn’t need permission I’m about soaked through, I want what he can give me, the corner of his lip quirks and I know I’m in for a good time.
Without warning, my shorts and panties are gone and Roman’s face is between my thighs. His warm tongue laps out at my clit and I moan. I grab his hair carefully but fuck…I need to hold on for this ride.
I open my thighs and he licks me, before his fingers start to explore. If this is a first time, he is doing amazing. He slips two fingers inside of me and I can feel him trying to find my g-spot.
His mouth sucks on my clit and I don’t get a chance to show him where my g-spot is before I’m bucking off the bead and calling out his name. The pressure never lets up and I ride out my orgasm on his mouth.
I tap him, “I need a break.” My body so sensitive, I shake from the after shocks of that and the pleasure’s only amplified knowing that was the first time he’s ever done that and I got to be another of his firsts.
We snuggle up together, I don’t touch his chest but it’s perfect.
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