Page 47 of Cocky Nerd
Olivia
Ihave just had one of the most romantic experiences of my life, and it was really weird, and now I am ready to rock John’s cock’sworld.
Also, I’m super tipsy and doing an amazing job of not showingit.
I’ve been a lady all night, but now that we’re back in a room with a bed in it, I am going to take this man down to Chinatown. Or an ancient Chinese village. Or just tobed.
As soon as he shuts the door to the suite and pulls out his phone, I grab his phone and run over to the sofa, slipping it under the sofa pillow, like that will stop him from usingit.
“I have to check my email. Sanjay will freak out if I don’t get back tohim.”
“And I’ll freak out if you don’t take your clothes off rightnow.”
He grins as he starts unbuttoning his shirt. “Remember that time you told me you didn’t want to be obligated to have sex withme?”
I pull off my top and let my pants drop to the floor. “Remember that time I told you I read that sex book you sent me and had to change my panties fourtimes?”
He makes a guttural sound and strips down to his underpants in no time flat, and I march him over to the bed. “You said you changed them threetimes.”
“That was before I had to change them again right beforedinner.”
“You’re going to bring me to thebrink?”
“I’m going to bring it and you can decide if you want to come or not when you getthere.”
“I’d prefer it if you set an intention to bring me to the brink, because I will too. If you read the book you’d know that it’s better for me, health and energy-wise, to do thisoccasionally.”
“As you wish. Face down and stoptalking.”
He kisses me deeply, before climbing onto the bed and lying face-down, adjusting his erectionfirst.
I place a pillow under his face, then rub my hands together to warm them up, straddle his thighs and plan to start by massaging his shoulders. But first, I take a moment to appreciate his spectacular butt. I place a hand on each bun and just squeeze them, because they make me so happy. He startslaughing.
Focus.
I massage his shoulders and neck and tease him by lowering my hard nipples to his back, sweeping them back and forth. He groans and presses his face deeper into the pillow, mumbling something incomprehensible. I apply pressure to the love points in his upper and lower back, and then knead the toned flesh around his waist and sacrum. I slowly pull his boxer briefs down, exposing his marvelous butt, and I massage those butt cheeks, palming and pressing, alternating with stroking and kneading, until his muffled groans are so loud I know it’s time to turn himover.
As I turn him onto his back, and carefully remove the front part of his underwear, I am greeted with an erection that is so massive and beautiful, I kind of want to take a picture of it. I’ve never wanted to take a dick pic before. But I don’t want to ruin the moment, so I just bite my lower lip and stare at it, letting the image of this monument burn into my brain. I’m salivating. I think it’s a blessing that I never accidentally caught sight of this dick when he was sleeping over, because I probably would have hid myself in his sleeping bag instead of rubber snakes, and I would have been sent to anunnery.
John’s hands squeeze my thighs, reminding me that there is more to him than this gorgeous engorged cock. I sigh and run my hands up his inner thighs and cup his balls while wrapping one hand around the base of his Jade Stalk, as they call it in Taoist bedroom arts literature…I so want that angry Jade Stalk to penetrate my Celestial Palace, but I will delay that gratification so that I can give this man at least a fraction of the pleasure he’s already givenme.
I scoot down and nudge him to spread his legs wider so I can lick and suck on his magnificently-groomed scrotum. Times like this, it seems there is no end to this guy’s thoughtfulness. I am totally turned-on by his moaning and I gently move my hand up and down his erection while kissing his balls. Then my fingers find the spot behind his balls called the perineum, stroking the area lightly. John tenses up immediately, sucking in air between his teeth, then groans and rocks his pelvis. He says my name, over and over. Impossibly, I feel his cock get slightly bigger and harder in my hand. I lick my lips and kiss the tip of it, cover the ridge with my mouth. His skin is tight and fever-hot. I flick the tip of my tongue and then tighten my lips into an O and begin moving them up and down. He strokes and gently tugs on my hair while making the most delicious throaty sounds. When his voice starts to get more high-pitched, I lick up the underside of his erection, kiss the tip again and he tells me to get a condom from his pants, “just incase.”
When I slowly lower myself onto him, I watch him watching our connection. His eyes are so hooded he probably can’t see very well, but he is so focused. My whole body feels alive and awake and built to be with his. I move up and down a few times before finally feeling him so deep inside me that I cry out, my body jerks around before I can lean forward and rest my hands on his chest. I rock back and forth slowly, enjoying the hot sensations. John’s eyes are closed, his head tilted back. He is controlling his breaths and gripping the bedcover. I am so full of him that I barely need to move to get myself to a place of full-body ecstasy. The waves come slow and massive, unassuming but capable of destroying everything within its path. This is a next-level orgasm and because I’m not in such a mad rush to get there, I can actually feel our energies fueling each other. When my awareness shifts back to John, I can tell that he’s more relaxed now, no longer struggling to controlhimself.
I lower myself to him and kiss his lips. It’s the most sensual kiss I’ve ever had. I don’t even know how long it goes on for, but at some point I realize I’ve stopped moving and John isn’t as hard anymore. He stretches and groans happily, like he’s waking up from a perfect eight-hoursleep.
“Hi,” he says,smiling.
“Hi.” My body is still tingly, and I wonder if it will always be this way. Wouldn’t that besomething.
I carefully detach myself from him. He is neither limp nor erect, his cock is just firm. It’s the darndest thing. He’s the opposite of spent—he has beenrecharged.
He sits up, just as I lie down. “That was incredible.Right?”
“Yeah. Itwas.”
He kisses me on the mouth. “I feel great. Doyou?”
