Page 90 of Light Up The Night
I like his balls. They are quite strange, if you consider them objectively, but this is not the time for objectivity. It is the time for exploration, experimentation, and enjoyment. I like their softness. The wrinkled skin, the veins. The soft ticklish black fuzz all over them.
I like his cock. I like how it feels in my hand.
When I touch him, there is nothing else. Just like when he touches me.
My mind is soothed, blanked. My only thoughts are of him; I can see how people can become obsessed with sex.
I imagine myself kissing his cock. If you had asked me seventy-two hours ago if I would consider putting my mouth anywhere near the privates of a man I've just met, I would have fainted at the mere suggestion. Not literally. I would not have believed you, however.
Yet here I am.
Considering it.
In the meantime, I ply him with my hands. Caress the length of his cock. Twist. Pump. Stroke. Both hands plunging, both hands twisting.
"There are so many possible combinations of ways to touch you," I murmur.
He laughs. "I guess so." His voice is tight, and his laugh had a sharp edge.
"Are you…alright?" I ask.
"More than." He thrusts into my hands as I do what he seems to like best—the twisting stroke and caressing his balls. "Ohhhh fuck.Fuck. Too good, babe. Gonna—ahhh fuck—gonna come soon."
"You are?" I ask, unable and unwilling to even attempt to hide my excitement. "Do not hold back."
"No—no chance of-of-of…of that. FUCK!" He arches off the bed, every perfect, hard muscle tensed and straining.
And now he bucks into my hand, not just once, but in a rhythm. Meeting my strokes by thrusting into my hand. Yes, he will soon release. I am very,veryexcited. I have received my first orgasm—several of them!—and now I am about togivemy first orgasm. Glee and eagerness and joy ripple through me, and I do not attempt to restrain my emotions. I let myself smile and laugh and giggle as he moves, thrusts, grunts.
"You aresohot, Riley," I murmur. "So sexy. I cannot believe I get to do this with you."
"Ah fuck, baby," he growls. "Sayin' sweet shit while you're making me come? Jesus. Goddamned goddess, honey. That's what you are."
He likes that? Then I shall do it again. I lean over him and kiss him while I slowly repeat the twisting strokes of his long, thick, hard, straight cock. And all the while, I caress his balls, cup them, and stroke them with my fingernails and fingertips and massage them with the gentlest of touches.
“You have shown me such amazing joy," I whisper in his ear, and he shudders. "You are the sexiest man I've ever seen. And you…" He groans, eyes squeezing shut as he arches and thrusts,making me lose track of what I was going to say, and so I start over. "I wish this could last forever, I wish I could caress your cock forever. I want to make you orgasm like you never have before."
He laughs, but it's a groaned, ragged laugh. "Jesus! Oh god, fuck. You—" he breaks off, gasping, bucking. "You are!"
"Will my mouth make it better?" I breathe.
"Fuck yes," is his immediate answer.
I shift down so I am lying on his legs and pull his cock away from his body toward me.
Oh gosh, am Ireallygoing to do this?
"Cadie—Cadence, you don't—"
"I know I do nothaveto do anything, Riley. But you did this for me several times now. You do not seem to find it gross."
"I…it's not. I fuckin'…" he trails off, panting, watching as I taste his flesh with a swipe of my tongue, laving over the groove of his glans and over the weeping tip. “Jesus. Ilovegoing down on you. Love the way you taste. Love watchin' you lose your shit, hear you scream my name while I make you come. It's not gross, it's beautiful."
"Then why should I feel any differently?" I ask.
I shift forward a bit further and lick my lips, clear my throat, swallow…and then just do it. Carefully keeping my teeth from scraping his delicate, tender flesh, I accept his cock into my mouth, slide it between my lips and against my tongue. It is a strange sensation at first, both in taste and…mouth-feel, I suppose one might say. His precum is rather more flavorful than I had expected. I taste the salt of flesh and the musk of his precum, and my lips stutter against his skin, and then I feel him at the back of my throat—I am quite well aware that some women will use their throats as well as their mouths, but I do not believe I could do that without my gag reflex being an issue.
I slide my lips back up, watching his reaction. His mouth is open wide, working in a silent scream, and his hands are buried in the sheet and knotted, and his abs are tensed.
