Page 54 of Purity

This is so much better.

I can’t look at his penis just yet, because if I do, I might chicken out, but it hovers just outside of my vision. I keep my gaze fixed on his face as I kneel down on the hard tile.

His dark brows draw together. “Oh fuck.”

I grin up at him before finally letting my gaze fall, and the sight in front of me makes my stomach do a little turn.

Oh fuck is right.

It’s big.

It’s really big, but didn’t I expect that? I don’t have anything to compare it with, but he’s six-foot-five and built like a lumberjack. There’s no way his penis wouldn’t look big to me.

I can do this. I can fit at least the tip of it in my mouth.

I look up at him. “I thought it would be veiny and scary—and ugly, if I’m being honest—but I actually like the way it looks.”

His rigid expression softens a little. “It likes the way you look too, and it was already just a couple seconds from exploding so—”

I plunge forward and wrap my mouth around the tip.

“Fucking Jesus, Livvy,” he shouts.

I move in the back-and-forth motion I’ve seen in movies, not quite sure what to do with my tongue, but he doesn’t seem to mind. His skin feels a little rubbery, but not unpleasant. And hearing his big groans makes heat fill my gut.

“Livvy, honey.” His voice is strangled. “I’m going to come.”

I hum, and he groans again, sounding almost in pain. “Sweetheart, I can’t come in your mouth. You need to pull away.”

I shake my head slightly as I speed up my pace, just the way I do with my fingers when I’m close to coming. He pulses, and a small spurt of salty liquid trickles into my mouth. I suck hard, lest I lose my nerve when the rest of it comes out.

“Fuck!” he shouts, and a burst of liquid shoots into my throat. I gag a little, but I keep my mouth in place. He digs his fingers into my hair as he hunches forward. “Oh God, you’re an angel.”

My stomach flutters at his words and the roaring groan that follows them. As it fades into a whimper, his grip on my hair softens into a caress.

When I pull back, a little bit of come dribbles out of my mouth. I look up at him. “I guess I couldn’t swallow all of it.”

He releases something between a cry and a laugh and shakes his head. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

I stand up and wrap my arms around him, relishing the slickness of our wet bodies pressed against each other. “It was fun, and I never thought a blow job would be fun. They always sounded gross to me.”

“I never thought I’d get one from you, and I’ve imagined it a million times. In fact, I was imagining exactly that just a minute ago.” He squeezes me tightly. “I don’t think I’m ever letting you leave this house.”

I smile against his chest. “I don’t want to go anywhere.”

He lifts my slippery body and pulls it against his chest, pressing a hard kiss against my cheek as he carries me out of the shower. “Let’s go to bed.”

After gently laying me down on the mattress, he crawls in next to me and pulls me against his warm, damp body. I twist around to look at his face. “Are we going to have sex now?”

Even after all of that, nervousness flutters in my belly, but he shakes his head. His gaze grows hooded as he brushes his hand against my cheek. “Let’s lie here for a little bit first. I just want to look at you.”

His expression is as tender as I’ve ever seen, and something tugs at my chest. I recognize that look. It’s a reflection of my own heart.

I think he really is in love with me, but there’s only one way to find out for sure.

I can’t keep holding on to my delusional hope, no matter how much it’s warmed me over the years, because in the end, it’s as flimsy as an old baby blanket. It’s preventing me from moving forward and growing. If he doesn’t love me, if he doesn’t want to be with me, I need to know.

After he takes my virginity, I’m going to tell him how I feel.

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