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“Gabriel,” I exclaimed in a breathy voice. It sounded like a plea, but even I didn’t know if I was pleading with him to stop or continue.
My hands were grasping the bedspread and I cried out in pleasure when he kept licking and teasing. It was like he was determined to explore every inch of my pussy, and it felt amazing.
Helpless whimpers and deep moans erupted from me when his strong hands kept me in place and spread my legs wider.
“You taste like fucking candy,” he groaned, and took another long lick as if I was his favorite lollipop.
“Gabriel,” I repeated in a sharp cry that was my best way to communicate the overwhelming sensation I was feeling. “More,” I moaned.
The vibrations from his low chuckle against my clit made muscles in my belly contract and my legs shiver. I was getting close to coming and even though I had masturbated in the past, this was completely different.
“You want more? But you said you’re not interested in sex.” He chuckled again.
His words didn’t register with me in my orgasmic state. I was so close to the edge that I shamelessly grabbed hold of his hair and pressed his head against me, wanting him to shut up and bring me to heaven.
He did.
In my case heaven felt like jolts of electricity making my inner walls cramp, and my toes curl. It lasted less than three seconds, but it was better than any Oxy pill I’d ever taken, and as soon as it was over I pushed him away, my clit too sensitive to be touched.
Out of breath, and overwhelmed by my first orgasm with a man, I was staring up into the ceiling unable to form a coherent thought.
“I love how responsive you are to me, sugar,” Gabriel said and nipped at my inner thighs.
“Best massage in the history of mankind,” I sighed.
“But we’re only getting started.” He winked.
The best way to describe my state would be the word ”bliss.” Our earlier discussion was forgotten. If this was how sex felt, then I was all in.
Gabriel moved up to kiss me, and the taste of myself on him was dirty and forbidden.
“Is that how I taste?” I asked.
“Yes,” he said into my mouth… “More addictive than chocolate.”
I wouldn’t say that… to me, it tasted strange but not unpleasant.
“And you, how do you taste?” I asked.
His lip lifted in a cheeky smile. “Why don’t you find out?” He didn’t wait for my response before he got rid of his pants and I was face to face with his large erection.
“I’ve never…” I started saying.
He weaved his fingers into my long blond hair. “You don’t have to suck me, but you can taste if you want to.”
Slowly I leaned forward and planted a kiss on the head of his long shaft. My hand was drawn to touch it and the skin was surprisingly soft.
Once or twice I had found porn magazines at the motel when I cleaned so I had a good idea what a blow job looked like, but some of the pictures had scared me with the way the guy pressed himself down the woman’s throat, and with my eyes wide open I looked up at Gabriel. “Promise not to hurt me.”
He frowned and nodded. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
But I was curious and reached out my tongue to lick along his shaft. It didn’t really taste of anything. Only when I reached the top and licked off small drops of pre-cum did I know what he tasted like.
It was a mild taste… reminding me of an exotic fruit I once tasted, but couldn’t remember the name of. I wondered how much of him I could fit into my mouth and experimented by sliding my mouth over him.
It was his turn to grip the bedspread and moan, and a strong surge of power shot through me. He liked it… I wasn’t sucking at it… or at least he liked me sucking at it.
A small chuckle escaped me as I mused about sucking.
