Page 42 of Cocky Nerd
“Oh fuckyes.”
I keep my eyes shut and my body begins to tremble when I feel his warm hard tongue tip on my left nipple. His whole mouth covers it for a second and then his tongue applies pressure as it slowly circles around and around. He simultaneously rubs the area beneath my breast with his thumbs. My tits feel huge. They’ve grown for him. He moves onto the other nipple. I am squirming and whimpering beneath him in deliciousagony.
His tongue lifts from my breast and he says in a very husky voice: “This is called the game of Three Fountains. I’m going to stimulate each of the three fountains and drink your sexualelixirs.”
“Yes! Doit!”
His body hovers over mine as he deep kisses me, caressing my tongue with his, sweeping it around the inside of my mouth. It stimulates a flow of saliva, which he sucks out of me, moaning. I realize that my body has begun to move rhythmically, but he holds his completely still just above me, which requires impressive arm and corestrength.
I don’t want him to stop kissing me, but when he moves down to my breasts again I do not mind. His approach is different, this time he sucks the nipples lightly and rhythmically, tickling them with the tip of his tongue, while using his hand to squeeze and pump the breast while sucking. My body starts to undulate because I have so much built up energy, it needs to move. I gasp and groan, my head twisting from side-to-side. With all the pain and joy my body has experienced while dancing, it has never experienced this kind of exquisite torture during sex. This is a marathon, and I have been sprinting since I was ateenager.
I am on the brink of orgasm and I really don’t know how much more of this I can take, but I am going to findout.
His sucking and squeezing reaches a crescendo and suddenly my saliva-dampened breasts feel cold when he disappears down between mylegs.
“Oh my God,” he groans, as he discovers what I’ve known for what feels like an hour—I am absolutely drenched down there. He pushes my legs out wide and then up so that they are bent, feet flat on the bed. He kisses around my pubic bone and inner thighs, then opens my outer lips with his fingers and kisses the inner lips, his tongue caressing them. I am so engorged, my pelvis arches up, desperate for penetration. His tongue sweeps around, up and down, before thrusting inside of me, in and out, in andout.
Soon it’s like I’m in a trance. I am breath and light and electricity and exploding melting colors. I keep saying his name, over and over. At least I think I’m saying it out loud. I may have already lost the ability to speak, I can’t tell anymore. I clutch hold of the pillow under my head to keep still, because I honestly feel like I could fly around the room. When his tongue gradually goes to my clit, he kisses it and then sucks on it gently, tickling its tip, and I scream out. He is squeezing my ass trying to hold me still. I feel like the girl inThe Exorcist. “FUCK ME NOW!” I scream, “I can’t waitanymore!”
One last suck on my clit, and he puts his hands on mine and moves them to the tops of my thighs. “Keep your eyes closed and massage there. I just need asecond.”
I do as he says and hear him tear open a condom package. “You sure you can handle the nextpart?”
“Try me,” I say. Now that he’s not on top of me, I’m getting a second wind. It’s not frustration at all, I feel amazing. I feel powered-up. “You’re amazing,” Isay.
“You’re making it really hard for me to concentrate because you’re so fuckinghot.”
I feel him get back on thebed.
“Youready?”
I nod and make a squeaky mouse sound that is not at all sexy but it’s all I canmuster.
He takes my hands and places them on each side of his waist. He kisses my forehead and holds himself over me again, slowly pushing himself inside of me with absolutely no resistance, despite his size, I am so slippery wet he glides in and I stretch to allow him in, but he doesn’t go all the way yet. He begins to thrust in a shallow manner, multiple times, before thrusting deeply once, and then shallow again. Multiple shallow thrusts and then two deep thrusts. Short and slow thrusts. Deep thrusts that then push upwards, like he’s digging to China with his penis—oh wait we’rehere!
I hear his controlled breathing like he’s concentrating on a workout, and in a way he is, butholy fuck this is the best workout I’ve ever had.It’s not mechanical. He’s not a fuck robot. It’s like a performance art dance piece, but not annoying. There’s no rhythm for me to get into because I don’t know what he’s going to do next, so I just relax and let myself get fucked. He keeps alternating shallow thrusts, deep thrusts, more shallow, a few deep, a few shallow, multiple deep, different angles. So many nerve endings are being stimulated, I didn’t even realize that I’ve already been orgasmic for ages. It just keeps building and ebbing andflowing.
I’ve been trying to focus on my body all this time, because I know that if I think about how this is Johnny Brandt inside of me, giving something to me that no other man ever has in this way, I will lose myself to him. That will be it. I will be his. I can’t let that happen, not so soon. Or is it not soon? Has this been my wholelife?
I can’t think about it. He thrusts so deep this time, I scream out and another wave of orgasm hits, and then I feel a jolt and a shudder when he rubs the tip of his cock against my clit. I grab his face and kiss him so deeply because I am so grateful and I don’t know if there’s anything I could ever do to him that would feel asgood.
I bend my legs and wrap them around his waist, squeezing my thighstogether.
He groans and starts to slow down. “It’s better if I don’tcome.”
“Why? No, you haveto.”
“If I hold onto theenergy—”
“No, come with me, Johnny. I want you to come insideme.”
He holds his breath, then says: “Fuck it.” He grabs one of my legs, lifts it up and around so that his shoulder is pushing against the back of my thigh, and grinds heavily. I’m so tight. We’re so close to each other. One final thrust and then he tenses up hard and releases as he comes, loud and gruff, more lumberjack than tech nerd or ancient Chinese sex guru. Finally, he collapses on top of me and I hold him and kiss his ear and neck, any part of him that my lips can reach. I feel expansive and elated, like I’m made of stars. It isn’t over yet for me, it just might beendless.
If I could stand, I’d give him a standingovation.
If I could lift my hand I’d give him a sexy high-five.
I think John is passed out. I lie beneath him and think about absolutely nothing. After a few minutes, he jerks awake like a little boy startled from a nap. His eyes are bleary. He smiles and kisses my cheek. “Hi,” he says, then gets up and disappears into thebathroom.
