He pulled my gaze up to his as a tear leaked out of my eye.
“Not tonight,” he said. “You’ve experienced enough.”
“But you haven’t-”
“It’s fine,” he said. “I’ll survive.”
“No, no. I mean, there’s something I do what to try. I just… it’s not-”
“I know,” he said. “And it’s okay. What is it you want to try?”
I suddenly felt like I was put underneath a spotlight as my cheeks flushed.
“I’ve never been asked that question before,” I said breathlessly.
Travis dipped his lips down to mine and kissed me sweetly, pulling a moan from me before he cupped the back of my neck.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
My jaw was trembling as our foreheads connected. We were breathing one another’s air, my body seated in his naked lap. I had never felt so vulnerable yet so protected in my entire life. I felt beautiful and wanted as I shook with the aftershocks of my pleasure. I smiled, burying my face into his neck as he held me close to him. He was so warm and so inviting, and I was embarrassed to ask him for what I wanted.
But I knew I had to. If I was going to make a life for myself, I had to get used to telling people what I wanted.
“I want to give you a blowjob, but I don’t know how,” I said.
I heard him chuckle as he pulled away from me to look into my eyes.
“I can walk you through it, if that’s what you want,” he said.
“I do,” I said.
“Okay, let me lay down then.”
I slid from his lap and watched as his rock hard body laid down on the bed. His cock was standing tall and proud, the head of it angry with denial. It was already dripping for me, leaking a clear fluid I wanted to taste. I sank myself between his legs like he did mine and darted my tongue out, capturing the drop within my mouth as he groaned.
I shot my eyes up just in time to watch his eyes roll back.
“I’m sorry. Did that hurt?” I asked.
“No, no. Not at all,” he said. “Not at all.”
“Okay,” I said. “How should I start?”
“You’re not going to tell me how it taste?” he asked.
I watched him pick his head up as another flush tainted my cheeks.
“It was… different. Salty, but not terrible?”
The grin on his face made me shiver as his hand reached down to cup my cheek.
“Wrap your hand around the bottom of my cock,” he said.
I propped myself up as I did what he asked.
“I know I need to use my mouth, but beyond that I’m not sure. If you don’t like something, you have to tell me, okay? And if you want something different, just tell me. I know how this should work, but I’ve also read that everyone’s different.”
“You’ve read?” he asked breathlessly.