Page 72 of Sparks
Down he went and I began to feel nervous when he got to my belly-button, then was kissing my thighs, making me squirm, tucking his fingers into the edges of my panties to pull them down.
“Shawn, I’ve never…I mean, I know I told you, but…”
“Nobody’s made you come.”
“Right. So, maybe it’s not possible?”
“It’s possible.” His tongue ran along my inner thigh and I grasped his short hair.
“I don’t know long it will take, or if I can even—”
“Shh, honey, no pressure, okay?”
He came up on his knees and pulled my underwear off, staring down between my thighs with this intense look on his face that made my clit pulse. When he went back down, he was all in and I had to cover my mouth against a yell. Before when my ex had gone down on me it had felt mushy or something. Really not pleasant. But Shawn’s tongue was precise as he explored slowly and took time to search me out. The second his tongue ran up my sensitive clit, my back arched and I sucked in a massive breath, grasping the covers.
“Right there?” he asked, not pulling away.
“Right there,” I whispered, shaking. He concentrated on that spot, running his tongue up and down, side to side, round and round, slowly at first until my hips were moving in rhythm and my hand went to the back of his head to keep him right there.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, my whole body going tense.
“Yes,” he whispered back, and then his tongue started flicking, moving faster, and he made this incredibly sexy sound in the back of his throat. I was so tense, so wound up, that I was almost afraid to let go. Until he pulled back just enough to murmur, “So fucking sexy.” And that put me over the edge. I pushed my hips up and grasped his head hard against me.
“I’m gonna come,” I said. I couldn’t believe it.
His tongue was relentless, moving as my body thrashed and he grasped my hips to hold me in place. I moaned and gasped, filling the room with our sounds, completely letting go. My whole body shook, and I felt alive and adored. I was being too loud but I couldn’t help it. As I came down and everything became sensitive, my fingers squeezed Shawn’s short hair on top and he lifted his head to give me that sexy grin again.
“Holy shit,” I muttered, letting my head fall back as my body turned to jelly. He chuckled, kissing his way up my body. I was in complete shock that a man had given me an orgasm.
I really hoped my roommates were wearing their earbuds like they said they would. If not, at least they could verify for Beth that I was not, in fact, a pillow biter.
He kissed my mouth, smiling big now, and I rolled us so that I was on top, smiling down at him.
“Somebody’s proud,” I said.
“Hell yeah,” he admitted. I leaned down to kiss him, tasting a hint of myself still on his lips, and I felt his hardness pressing into my thigh.
“My turn,” I whispered.
He grabbed my waist and looked at me. “It’s been a while. Can’t guarantee how long I’ll last.”
I could tell he was sort of embarrassed, but since we weren’t having sex I didn’t need him to last too long. “Don’t worry about that.”
I kissed my way down as he’d done for me, loving how he kept whispering my name and running his hands over my shoulders, moving his fingers into my hair. With a moment of nervousness, I pulled down his boxers and he sprung free, ready for me. I took the base of him in my hand and licked a bead of precum from his tip. He arched and cursed, making me feel powerful and sexy.
I worked my way down him until his whole cock was wet and I placed my hands on his waist, scratching gently with my nails as my head moved up and down, taking him all the way.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “So good.”
He actually lasted longer than I thought he would, and I savored every second, taking peeks up to see him either with his eyes shut in concentration or watching me like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. And it was with that last look, our eyes catching, that I felt him tense and saw his jaw lock as he grunted.
“I’m coming.”
I didn’t pull away, and when he was done pulsing I slowly pulled up, taking every drop and swallowing. He stared at me, breathing hard, his eyes soft, his hands gently working the back of my head.
“You’re so amazing,” he said.
I crawled back up and lay in the crook of my arm as he held me against his side and we both caught our breath. He kissed my forehead and his fingers trailed my arm. I finally got to rub my hand up and down the short hair at the back of his head, feeling the tiny, soft prickles. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt satisfied. I felt happy.
