Page 72 of Loving the Sinner
“If I had known the only thing between me and these gorgeous breasts was that tiny tank top, I wouldn’t have been able to focus on anything else at breakfast.”
My voice comes out as a husky whisper as I say, “Then it’s a good thing I didn’t tell you, huh?”
Wes’s grin isn’t a sweet, loving smile, oh no, it’s almost feral. “Oh, baby. You’re sassy today. We haven’t had much of a chance to talk about our bedroom preferences, but I like things a little… rougher.”
What does that mean?
He must sense my hesitance because he gently strokes my cheek, “Nothing too bad, baby, and I’d never do anything you didn’t want. So if you tell me ‘no’ or ‘stop’ I will stop what I’m doing immediately, okay?”
I nod.
“Words, please, Elli.”
“I understand.” I whisper.
“Good girl.”
Oh god. Is he like the main characters in the spicy books I read?I’ve always been curious about the kinkier side of sex, but I’d never even had vanilla sex so how was I supposed to know anything about my kinks?
“You said you wanted to know how to give a blow job?” Wes asks, coming to stand directly in front of me so his cock bobs in my face.
I nod, then remember he wants me to use my words. “Ye-yes.”
“Good. That’s what we’re going to do right now. Stand up please.”
I stand, and he takes my seat on the couch.
“Now, kneel between my legs baby.”
I slowly lower down to my knees, keeping my hands to myself and waiting for his next instruction.
“Do you want to lick my cock, Elli? Want to taste how badly I want you?” I watch as a little bit of liquid pools at the head.
“I would like that a lot.” I say, mesmerized and a little afraid. What if I’m bad at this and he doesn’t wantto hurt my feelings so he just doesn’t say anything? What if I hurt him?
“Go ahead, baby. Touch it. Kiss it. Lick it. Get familiar with it.” He says, removing his own hands so I can take over.
I tentatively reach out with my pointer finger and run it up the length of him. He hisses at the contact, and I begin to pull away, but he grabs my wrist gently and guides my hand to the base.
I hold him there, then lean forward and lick the bead of liquid off. It’s a little salty, but not entirely unpleasant. The head of his dick is soft against my tongue, so I decide to lick from where my hand is to the tip to see if he’s soft everywhere.
Wes moans, and I see his fists clench in my periphery. “That feels so good, Elli. Now, if you’re feeling up for it, you can put me in your mouth. Just try to avoid using your teeth.”
I pause, trying to figure out how to do that. I try to put my lips over my teeth and slowly take him into my mouth. The weight of him is heavy and pleasant on my tongue. I’m glad he’s not monstrously girthy or I don’t think I’d be able to get more than the head past my mouth. I push him in, in, in, until I feel the tip of him at the back of my throat and his pubic hair is right in front of my nose.
“Christ- baby- ohgod.” Wes moans. “How aren’t you gagging?”
I pull off of him, using my spit to stroke him slowly. “I don’t have a gag reflex.”
“Dear god.” He curses, framing my face with his hands. “That is… information. Okay. So you can keep going, or if you want to stop, we can go get a condom and I can fuck that sweet pussy. What would you like to do?”
Instead of answering him verbally, I take him back into my mouth, getting a few more curse words from him. I start to bob my head up and down slowly, but the more he moans, the faster I go because I want to watch him fall apart for me.
Because of me.
“Elli, Elli, Elli” He chants, “I’m going to come so if you don’t want to swallow, pull off in the next three seconds.”
I don’t think I'm ready to swallow yet, so I pull off and stroke him fast and watch in fascination as white ropes shoot out of him and onto my hand and his stomach.
