Page 37 of Breach of Honor

15 Miranda

WILL DID NOT disappoint and sent me soaring through the clouds. He turned my brain to mush and tasted every inch of me. Never had I ever had so much gratuitous sex that lasted for hours. HOURS. Will gave freely and abundantly without expectations. I was one lucky beneficiary.

For as unforgettable as last night was, this morning my heart was heavy. I didn’t pull my weight in the bedroom, and tomorrow we would leave this magical suite behind, returning to our busy lives… and Will didn’t gethis.

I wasn’t a freeloader. I was a giver, and I wanted to show Will I was worthy of his erotic affections.

His soft snoring calmed me while his strong arm held me close. My head was on his chest and as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, my hand begged to touch him. Will had pleasured me, kept me breathless and at his mercy.

Weak and sated, I’d fallen asleep sometime after midnight. But this morning, I was alert. Curious.

To my surprise, morning erections were, in fact, a thing. Such details I’d read about, heard about, but I’d never seen one with my own two eyes… until now.

I lifted the sheet for a peek. My mouth watered along with my eyes as emotion screwed with my head. The woman on her knees at the club, taking Will into her mouth, haunted me. If I couldn’t give to him as he had me, why would he stay with me?

Losing Will because I couldn’t give him a blow job… I couldn’t bear to think of it. Why couldn’t I do it? It didn’t seem complicated, and it sure as hell looked like both participants enjoyed it.

You can do it. Do it, Miranda.

I swallowed my fear, wiggling down the bed. Will stirred but didn’t wake. I exhaled, eyeing my Achilles heel. Directly in front of my face, it appeared larger than life compared to how it felt inside me.

Start slow.

I petted his balls, feeling awkward and virginal as I familiarized myself with Will’s manly parts. His dark hair wasn’t as full as I’d expected. Maybe he trimmed his hair to keep it neat like I waxed. I skimmed the tips of my fingers along his shaft as I would a stone statue. It twitched to life, startling me.

“Miranda.” He sighed, placing his hand on my back. “We talked about this… come here.” He tried to pull me up, but I wouldn’t move.

We had talked about my failures in giving blow jobs. It had stripped me raw last night, revealing to him the panic I’d felt with that boy’s dick in my mouth back in college. Will had held me close, assuring me it was okay and not to worry about it. But dammit, I should be able to do this.

“Don’t move,” I ordered, brushing his hand off me. “I want to try. Just… don’t come in my mouth.”

“I won’t, but you don’t have to do this. Honestly, Miranda—”

“Shh!” I glanced up at him. The concern in his voice was like nails on a chalkboard, scraping down my soul and piercing my ears. It was painful to hear him giving me an out—a free pass at sucking him off.

Will lifted his hand and pressed the back of it to his forehead and pursed his lips tight. His chest rose and fell with a heavy thud.

Didn’t he understand I only wanted to please him?

I lowered my head again, lifting his stiff cock to my lips. It seemed huge compared to the ones I’d seen… again, back in college. It had an intimidating stature. Yesterday I learned how deft and experienced it was in the bedroom and on the sofa and in the shower.

Maybe I had a faulty memory about the others? Or maybe Will was more endowed and just knew how to use his cock masterfully.

Either way, he was perfect for me and I wanted to be perfect for him.

My chest quaked as my breathing grew more labored. I ran my thumb over the head, slathering the precum while working myself up to take him into my mouth. Would I like the way he tasted?

Will let out a low groan, startling me from my inspection of him. His thighs flexed against me as if struggling to hold himself together.

I needed to get this fellatio party started before I chickened out.

Swallowing once more, I opened wide and put the tip in my mouth.Now what?Hesitantly, I darted my tongue out to touch it, then quickly drew it back. Fuck, it felt like my heart might burst out of my chest any second. I hated the crippling panic that controlled me in confined spaces.

Focusing on breathing through my nose, I licked his silky skin. To my surprise, it tasted a bit like salty butter.

God, I hope it doesn’t set off my gag reflex…

Will’s breathing grew louder, matching the pulse in my ears. The hairs on my arms stood to attention as I closed my mouth around him. Tears stung behind my eyes. Fear paralyzed me.

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