Page 6 of Dean Daddy

“You’re adorable when you blush like that,” he replies.

He orders wine with dinner and I’m not much of a drinker so one glass is enough to stop me from feeling like an over-wound clock. When the appetizers arrive, he leans in close to me and asks, “Have you had oysters before?”

I shake my head and frown, “That doesn’t look like something that’s meant to be eaten.”

He puts his hand on my thigh and says, “Trust me.” I watch as he drips lemon juice on the oyster and holds it up to my face.

“Just open your mouth and close your eyes,” he says, still holding onto my leg.

I do as I’m told and nearly gag on it. It’s the most horrible thing I’ve ever tasted. I grab my water glass and take a huge sip then wipe my mouth with my napkin. We both laugh and it feels wonderful even if the oyster was atrocious.

“Okay, no oysters. I’ll remember that,” he grins. “But you’re willing to try new things. I like that.”

By the expression on his face, I don’t think he’s talking about food. I don’t know how to tell him that everything sexual will be new to me so I let this comment slide for now.

After dinner, he drives me to my place and parks by the curb. I wait to see if he’s planning to come in with me but he doesn’t say a word so I take the initiative and ask, “Would you like to come in and see the place? Maybe you can give me some decorating ideas before I go furniture shopping.”

“Is your place empty?” he asks me.

I shrug and say, “I have a bed and a chair.”

“Then we’re going to have to move up your shopping trip to tomorrow. You can’t keep living like this.”

“I can’t afford that,” I argue.

“I can. You can always pay me back… or not. It doesn’t matter.”

He follows me up to my second-floor apartment and watches as I unlock the door.

“You need another lock, too. Why doesn’t this door have a deadbolt?” he shakes his head.

We go inside and he closes and locks the door. I turn to him to ask if he’d like something to drink, but before the words leave my lips, he scoops me off my feet and sets me down on the kitchen counter. My heart is beating out of my chest as he kisses my mouth, neck, and chest. I run my fingers through his thick, dark hair as he tugs at the buttons on my blouse.

“I’ve been straining for a peek at these tits all day,” he groans as he slides my top down my arms and squeezes my breasts through my pink silk bra. Maybe I should protest but I don’t want to. I want him just as much as he wants me so I reach back and open the clasp on my bra.

He cups my breasts in his hands and says, “Beautiful,” then takes each one in his mouth. I arch my back and grip the edge of the counter. Feeling his mouth on my skin causes my groin to ache with desire. He moves his hands down to my thighs and slips them under my skirt. He grabs my panties and slides them down past my knees and onto the floor. He pulls me to the edge of the counter and crouches down so that he can lick my inner thighs.

I know what’s coming and my insides throb as I wait for his tongue to reach that sweet, hungry spot.

He uses his fingers to part my lips and licks my swollen clit. The sensation causes me to buck and lick and I nearly knee him in the head. He tosses my legs over his shoulders to prevent that from happening again. I’m lost in this new and mind-blowing experience as he brings me closer and closer to climax.

I’ve never felt one before but somehow, I know that I need to reach this point of release. He clamps down on my now-swollen button, and I wail like a siren as a painful pleasure consumes me. I’m so close to the edge of this mysterious and elusive orgasm. I can feel it building in the pit of my stomach, and I’m ready to jump.

Sensing my need, he slips a finger inside me, releasing a tidal wave of convulsive pleasure. Midway through, someone pounds on the door, and my eyes shoot open.

“They can wait,” Mason tells me and holds on to my legs so I can’t escape.

“They’ll hear me,” I say, mortified that my new neighbors may be listening to me come.

“Let them,” he replies and buries his face inside me again. It takes one slap of my clit with his tongue to send me reeling into a wet and wonderful deluge of ecstasy. I bite my lips to stop myself from screaming at the top of my lungs.

When the waves subside, he releases me and since the pounding on the door hasn’t ceased, he tells me to go into the bathroom to dress. I grab my clothes from the floor and run through the bathroom door, closing it behind me. I rush to get dressed, but my legs are still shaking and I almost fall over putting on my panties. I put my hand over my mouth to prevent myself from laughing.

The door squeaks as it opens and I drop my top on the floor when I hear my mother say, “Mason, what are you doing here?”

I lean in close to the door so that I can hear better.

“I took Marcie to dinner after work. What are you doing here?”

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