Her head jerked up. “I’m sorry—”
“It’s okay,” I said kissing her head, finding her naïveté sweet. “He’s not at full tilt, but he’s also not his normal size. He started perking up when you mentioned wanting to suck him. He likes that idea.”
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “Oh, right … I’ve never seen it small.”
I choked. “Please don’t call him small. It will make him self-conscious.”
She smiled. “Right, sorry.”
“You could make it up to him. Maybe pet him.”
She laughed. “I’d hate to have offended him.” She ran a finger up the length of my dick, making him jump. I felt the rush of blood indicating he was ready for another round. He thickened and lengthened.
“See, he likes you.”
She wrapped her hand around him. “What part is the most sensitive?” She stroked him, and I settled in to let her take control.
“It’s all good, but the rim around the tip is especially sensitive.”
She ran her finger along the ridge, and I sucked in a breath. My dick responded, nearing full erection.
She shifted her body until she was kneeling beside me, her face over my dick finishing his journey to full arousal.
I ran my hand over her backside. “If you don’t want to use your mouth, you don’t have to.”
“I want to.” She ran her tongue over the tip, sending electric sparks up my shaft. “How do I do it?”
“Like a lollipop.” I watched as she studied my dick in fascination. The idea that this was an exploration, an adventure for her, made the situation all the more erotic. Who knew what she’d discover?
She wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, gripping him right under the rim.
“Fuck … yes …” I closed my eyes as another wave of the sweetest sensations rushed through my body. Most women who gave me a blow job went in full throttle, sucking him deep and fast. Tessa took her time, getting to know every inch of my dick, and he loved it.
I let my hand leisurely stroke her back side down to between her legs where I’d tease her pussy. Her hips gyrated when I slid my finger through her opening.
“You’re distracting me,” she said, holding my dick.
“Sorry.” I moved my hand to her ass again. “But you know, you could straddle my face and we could both give and get pleasure.”
Her eyes shone with intrigue. “Maybe next time.”
“Next time?”
“This time I want to focus on you and getting to know your dick.”
Who was I to argue with that? “Next time then.”
With that settled, she wrapped her lips around my cock again, and this time, she seemed to have a sense of what to do. She spent time on the tip, driving me mad until I thought I might start thrusting, and then she’d suck him deep into her mouth.
“That’s good, baby,” I said, using my other hand to thread my fingers in her hair.
One of her ha
nds cupped my balls as she returned her attention to my tip. I jerked, thrusting up. “Yes … fuck …”
The tentative way she’d moved before was gone, and now she seemed to know exactly what she was doing––and holy fuck was she good at it. I pushed her hair back, wanting to watch her lips as they gripped my dick, watching my dick as it disappeared into her mouth. Pressure built. My balls pulled in, readying for me to shoot my load.
“Tessa … I’m going to come …” I started to push her away, not wanting to repel her with a mouth full of cum.