Page 30 of Say Yes

“Will you take them off?” My voice was hushed.

Leisurely, Philip lowered the briefs inch by glorious inch until his cock sprang free of its constraint. He tossed the underwear on the floor and returned to the relaxed pose that now wasn’t so relaxed. I stared in awe at his thickness laying on his tight stomach, its base surrounded by short, groomed hair. Wetness leaked from the purplish tip, and my eyes followed the long vein down his length. My mouth watered, but I was also a little trepidatious. The sight of his penis was intimidating.

I started to stretch my arm out, but hastily pulled it back with a glance at Philip. “Can I touch it?”

He swallowed hard and nodded. Ever so slowly, I reached out and with just a fingertip, traced that fascinating vein from base to tip. Philip sharply inhaled, and a shudder coursed through him. A sense of power surged through me that I was the one making him tremble. Courage growing, I did my best to encircle his engorged length, but my fingers didn’t make it the whole way around. Velvet encased steel was the only way I could describe what Philip felt like in my hand. He sucked in another breath when I squeezed. I immediately released my hold on him

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Philip hissed out air. “It only hurt in the best possible way.”

“Oh. So, that was okay?”

He nodded again. “More than okay. Do you want me to show you what I like?”

I let him move my hand back to his cock. Again, I wrapped my hand around him, with Philip’s hand over mine, guiding me as we began to stroke up and down his length. He squeezed my hand so I grasped his erection tighter. He encouraged my grip, and our rhythm increased. Philip’s eyes were closed, his head thrown back, and he arched up into my downward pulls. Our breathing was loud, and I squirmed as my arousal ratcheted up. My mouth instantly started watering, and my body craved a taste.

No sooner had the thought crossed my mind that Philip growled out a curse as his body tensed and jerked, and beneath my fingers, ropey spurts of come erupted from his cock, covering both our hands and his stomach. A sigh of satisfied pleasure came from him. When I looked at his face, he stared back at me through hooded eyes.

“Sorry about that,” Philip said, although I didn’t hear a sincere apology in his tone.

“For what?” I was confused.

He held up our hands coated in his cream. “For not warning you it was happening.”

“I thought it was hot to tell the truth.” Some inner vixen urged me to do what I did next.

Curiously, I lifted my fingers up to my mouth and tentatively licked them, tasting his essence. I wasn’t sure what it would taste like, but it was a slight mix of sweet and mostly salty. Philip’s head dropped back, and he let out a moan. “Fuck me. That’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. And as much as I hate to move, I need to get a washcloth.”

Philip crawled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. After hearing the water run for a minute, he returned with a wet towel. I noticed his stomach was cleaned off already. He used the warm cloth to wash my hand off before throwing the cloth in the dirty hamper on the side of the room.

He slid back into bed and pulled me against him. “You didn’t have to do that, you know?”

I curled into his warmth. “I know I didn’t, but I wanted to. I want to experience it all. So far, everything we’ve done has been for me. I wanted to do something special for you.”

“That was special all right.” He kissed the top of my head.

I got the impression he wanted to say something more, but he remained silent. I stayed wrapped in his arms as I drifted off to sleep, content that life was perfect.

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