Francesca doesn’t deepen the kiss herself, but she doesn’t stop kissing me, either. Still with our lips connected, she eases up, pressing her bare breasts against my chest. My cock burns with arousal but I try to ignore it. Only then her hand creeps down my abdomen, spreading fire through my veins with every inch of skin she drags her soft hand down. She stokes a fucking inferno when she wraps her hand around my cock, gripping me and tugging up and down.
It’s a real struggle to follow her lead. I don’t know if I should even let her try again; I know she’s not intentionally being a tease, but she’s on track to giving me the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had in my life. I don’t want her to be worried about me, though. Not tonight. I want to drive her wild with pleasure tonight. I want to show her there’s absolutely nothing scary about what will happen between the two of us on a bed—or any other surface we happen to find sufficient. I can’t do any of that without actively participating though, and if I do, she might freak out again.
She’s calm right now, kissing me tenderly, periodically pulling back to watch my face as she works me with her hand. “You’re really wonderful, you know that?”
I give her a little smirk. “I tried to tell you.”
Rolling her eyes while smiling, she says, “You’re so full of yourself.”
“I’d like you to be full of me.”
I only mean it as a joke, but her smile wanes. “I’m sorry I’m such a weirdo.”
“You’re not,” I assure her. I really don’t want to talk about this right now. She’s not going to feel a whole lot better if I lose my erection while she’s giving me a hand job, but if she stirs my sympathies and reminds me of why she is like this, that’s bound to happen. So I choose the lesser of two evils, bringing my hand up to cup the back of her head and pulling her in for another kiss.
When I let her pull back, I tell her, “We have plenty of time for sex. I’m not in any hurry. Eventually you’re going to be comfortable enough with me to know there’s no part of you that needs to be hidden from me. When I remove your bra, your only thoughts will be of my mouth kissing, sucking and worshiping every single inch. When I take your panties off, the only thing you’ll feel is excitement, knowing I’m about to bury my face between those perfect thighs of yours and devour you until you’re writhing all over this bed, mindless with fucking pleasure. The only thing you need to be afraid of is possible dehydration—and I’ll make sure there’s a bottle of water on the bedside table to stave that off, too.”
Francesca smiles, her long lashes keeping her eyes hidden from me as she looks down. It’s too dark to tell, but I’m betting she’s flushed again. “You think of everything, don’t you?”
I want to respond, but she’s doing good work with her hand. My eyes drift shut, my head resting more heavily against the pillow. The sound of rustling bed sheets compels me to open my eyes and investigate, but by the time I do, she’s already disappearing under the sheets. A couple seconds later her mouth closes over my cock, and I’m gone. She takes me into the perfect, wet warmth of her mouth, and all I can do is fist my hands in the crisp white linen covering the bed and let Francesca suck my cock. My arousal’s been so up and down in the past half hour, my cock seems a little more desperate for release than is typical. Her magical lips help, too. She swirls her tongue around the tip, then wraps it around me like a lollipop. When she pulls back, the suction is fucking incredible and she doesn’t break it. I think I might have to marry her.
Now she’s getting into it, moaning as she takes me deeper. Christ, I can’t even focus. Or, I think I can’t focus, then she plunges deeper, taking my cock deep into her throat. She eases back and does it again, her tongue massaging my cock as it slides home.
“Holy fuck, Francesca.”
She does it again. And again. And again. I can’t take it anymore and before I can even warn her, I explode, pleasure surging through me so sharp and intense my vision gets a little foggy around the edges.
She emerges from under the blanket, flashing me a smile before curling up beside me, resting her hand on my torso. “Good?” she questions.
Chuckling a little, trying to gather my wits as I recover, I murmur, “Obviously. Sorry I didn’t warn you. I did not expect you to deep throat.”