Page 228 of S is for SEX

He turned and leaned away from me, pulling my body with him as he did. I didn’t need any more of an invitation. As I lowered myself to my knees, I reached for the waistband of his pajamas and pulled them past his still stiff dick. As the material of his PJ’s cleared the tip of his cock, it sprung upward. Absolutely straight and smooth in appearance, it was a picture perfect example of what a dick should look like. Not massive, but by no means small, I knew making him enjoy what I intended to do should be no problem.

I grasped his cock in my right hand and worked my face between his thighs. As I began to suck his balls, he started to moan. Softly, I sucked and slurped his balls until his moaning became a deep rumble. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft until my lips were resting against the tip. I opened my eyes and gazed upward. His head was tilted back, and his eyes appeared to be closed.

“Watch,” I said.

He lifted his head and gazed down and into my eyes. As I slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth, he again began to groan. This time, the sound seemed to come from his inner being. After six or eight strokes of my excited and very wet mouth, I forced the tip into my throat, taking his entire cock in my mouth. As I held it in my throat, I looked up into his eyes. His wide eyes and gaping mouth provided all of the reassurance I needed.

“Oh God that feels…”

I slid his cock from my throat and gasped for air. I wiped the saliva from my mouth and began jacking it in my wet hand. As I did, he once again leaned back and began to moan.

“Watch, please,” I begged.

He glanced downward. “I can’t, I swear, it’s too much.”

He likes it.

I opened my mouth and slowly slid my lips along the shaft a few times, watching him as I did. After a few strokes, I forced his cock in and out of my throat until I felt it convulse. After I pulled my mouth free and gasped for air, I eagerly began again.

After a few strokes, I cupped his balls in my hand and began to caress them lightly.

His moans became louder and his breath choppy. His hand pressed against my forehead. I pushed against it, trying to force his cock to remain my mouth.

“I’m going…”

He pulled himself from my mouth, groaned loudly, and immediately came all over my tits. As much as I wanted him to cum in my mouth, seeing him cum all over my tits was a huge turn-on. While I watched cum spew from his cock and onto my chest, I felt as if I had done something special for him.

“Oh my fucking God,” he groaned as he leaned back against the counter.

As I stood, rubbing the massive amount of cum against my nipples, he glanced at his watch and immediately straightened his posture.

“Ethan’s going to be home pretty quick. We should probably get cleaned up,” he said.

“And stop doing that, you’re driving me crazy,” he said.

“What? This?” I asked as I pressed my palms into my tits and pulled them away, stringing his cum between my boobs and my hands.

“Yes,” he said as he pulled off his pajamas.

“You want to shower together?” he asked.

“I’d love to,” I responded.

As we walked toward the bathroom, I began to feel guilty. My offer to Ethan to shower together hadn’t produced much, and yet I continued to want more from him. I had never showered with a man, but wanted to. The books I read had scenes where people showered together, and it seemed intimate and sexy. Until now, I had wanted to experience that intimacy with Ethan.

I pulled my sweats off and glanced over at Cade. He seemed different. His messy hair was no longer cute, it was adorable. His body didn’t seem so thin; it appeared toned and physically fit. With his shirt off, his abdominal muscles were now prominent. His arms were long and lean, but full of muscle. What Cade and I shared in the kitchen was nothing short of magical, and beyond my expectations or any sexual experiences I ever had.

As I watched him step into the shower, he turned to me and smiled.

“Get in here, Rain,” he said as he pulled the shower curtain back. “I want to get wet and squeeze you in my arms.”

“Will you kiss me again?”

He nodded his head and motioned into the shower.

The thought of him kissing me again made me tingle.

And I began to wonder if what I was feeling was possibly the onset of love.

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