I hear him groan, but it’s almost as if his voice is coming at me from the other side of the universe. Right now, I’m lost in this moment. I open my mouth as wide as I can, and sticking out my tongue, I let him rain down his seed upon me. It doesn't take long for my mouth to be brimming with cum; thick drops are already dripping down my chin and neck, and making a steady path toward my tits.
With a grin on my lips, I look into Kaden’s eyes and I swallow. He grins back at me at once, but then closes his eyes as his cock continues to spasm. I feel his salty flavor going down my throat and a shiver goes up my spine, making my skin prickle. Somehow, I manage to keep my eyes open as thick strands of his juices fall across my face; after all, how could I miss the way his whole body tenses up as an intense orgasm completely crushes him? There’s nothing better than watching a perfect man drowning in pleasure… When you’re the cause of his pleasure, of course.
As his spasms start to subside, I finally let go of his cock. Acting on impulse, I lean into him, and parting my lips, take his whole cock into my mouth at once. Then, slowly rolling my lips back over his shaft, I suck him dry. I linger on his glans, lapping at it with my tongue as I gently caress his balls with my outstretched fingers.
"Fuck," he mutters, and I’d bet that that’s the only thing he can say right now. And it’s the appropriate one too. Leaning back, I let his cock pop out of my mouth and run my tongue over my lips.
"How do I look?" I asked him, grabbing my tits and rubbing them with the open palm of my hands. My fingers slide easily over my skin, the white cum that covers me helping, and so I smear it all over my naked chest.
"Perfect," he replies, extending one hand; I take it and let him pull me up to my feet. The moment I stand straight, he grabs me by the waist and presses his body against me, his lips finding their way to mine. We lose ourselves as we start to kiss, my cum coated lips eagerly devouring his; I push my tongue into his mouth and, with it goes the flavor of his own semen.
As I pull back from him, I look into his eyes once again. In his eyes I see happiness.
And I realize my eyes are probably reflecting it back at him.
Kaden
I wake up with a huge grin on my face. Why am I so happy? Not that I’m complaining, but...
I feel something move next to me, and I look over to see Brittney sleeping peacefully, her long dark brown hair spread out over the pillow. It all comes flooding back to me – the make-out scene on the street, the ride back to my apartment, the amazing fucking...
I grin at her, her light breathing telling me that she’s still happily and deeply asleep. I have never enjoyed waking up next to the woman I’ve spent the night with. It’s always so damn awkward. "Hi, lady that I barely know. It was fun to fuck you last night. Now go away."
But staring at Brittney’s slee
ping face, her breathing getting a little louder, verging on snoring, I can’t stop smiling. I wouldn’t want to wake up next to anyone else. She makes me happy.
She makes me question my choices and how I look at the world and what I want to do and who I want to be. I think about doubling my donation to the New York Library system each month. Or maybe I should go down there and donate some time. It can’t be that hard to put books away on a shelf, right? I used to help my mom with it all the time.
But I’ve never felt this way about a woman before, and I’m not sure if I’m delighted, or if it’s scaring the hell out of me.
Brittney lets out a full-blown snore, startling herself awake, and she jerks into a sitting position. I grin. I’ve never seen someone look so fuckably beautiful this early in the morning.
"Good morning," I say, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Hey!" she says around a huge yawn, and then falls back on the bed, grinning up at me. "How’d you sleep?"
"Pretty damn well, actually. I had this gorgeous woman who was snoring next to me, all night long, and after I put cotton balls in my ears to drown out the sound, I could sleep pret—"
"I do not snore!" she protests, laughing up at me. "I have never snored a day in my life."
"You snored yourself awake," I say with a mischievous grin, nuzzling the side of her neck to make her laugh. "You and lumberjacks have a lot in common. I’ve never heard anyone snore so loudly in all my life, and that includes my Grandpa Jack."
"No way!" she says through her laughter. "You’re so full of shit, your eyes have turned brown."
"Well that explains so much about my appearance." I nuzzle the side of her neck, and whisper, "I’d rather make you full of something else." I know that’s such a cheesy pick-up line, but I can’t help myself. Being around Brittney is fun and freeing at a level I’ve never experienced before. I’m free to be cheesy, dammit.
"Oh fuck, what time is it?" She rolls over – out of my arms – and grabs her phone.
My arms miss her already.
As does my dick.
"Dammit, I gotta go!" she says, springing out of bed. "I’d love to take you up on your offer later though. After work? Or later this week?"
She’s shoving her clothes back on as she talks, and I slowly watch her beautiful body be covered up by layers of clothes – first a bra, then a camisole, then a silk blouse.
It’s painful to watch her skin disappear like that, but a part of me knows that I can’t just kidnap her and force her to stay in my bed for the next year.