“Think nothing of it.”
I settled down onto the couch. It was a bit old and saggy, but that just made it easier to sink into the cushions and relax. I napped on the couch all the time, so sleeping there wouldn't be a big deal for me.
I started drifting off to sleep, dreams of Ami dancing around the edge of my consciousness. My dreaming mind remembered the softness of her breasts, the graceful curve of her hips, the taste of her kiss. I'd thought of her many times over the years, but seeing her again brought it all back with a surge I felt throughout my entire body.
I woke with a painful hard-on. I opened my eyes and looked up.
Ami was standing over me.
I pushed myself up onto my elbows. I rubbed my eyes, not sure if I was still dreaming.
She reached a hand out to me. “Come here,” she said.
I took her hand. She guided me to my feet, then led me down the hall.
“Ami?” I was still half-asleep, not sure what was going on. “Is everything okay?”
“Shh.” She touched a finger to my lips, then led me into the bedroom.
I was sure I wasn't dreaming, but I couldn't believe what was happening. She guided me over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. Her fingers tugged at the waistband of my pants. She looked up at me in the shadowy room.
“Ami, what are you doing?” I knew what it seemed like, but I didn't know what to believe.
“Do you remember what you asked me?”
“What?”
“That night,” she said. “Do you remember what you asked me? Before we made love?”
I took a deep breath. I reached down and stroked her hair. “I asked if you wanted me.”
She nuzzled against my hand, letting out a soft whimper.
“Do you?” I asked her.
She nodded, closing her eyes.
I needed more. I needed to be sure. I touched my fingers under her chin, tilting her face up towards me. I made her look me in the eye. “Do you want me?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
I kept my eyes locked on hers. I unzipped my pants, then took her hands.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, this time with conviction.
“Then show me,” I said. I put her hand inside my pants.
She gasped, taking her eyes off mine. I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at me again.
She swallowed, held in place by my gaze. She kept looking into my eyes while she pulled my cock out and wrapped her soft fingers around it.
I stroked her hair, then slid my fingers through it, taking it in a tight grip. She winced, but her eyes widened in surprise and delight.
With a grip in her hair, I tilted her head down, making her look at my cock. It was hard, standing out straight, right in front of her face.
“Show me,” I told her.
She took a deep breath, then opened her mouth.
I pulled her hair, forcing her to take my cock between her lips.
She moaned around her mouthful. Her lips were so soft, her breath so warm as it tickled my skin. I thrust gently against her face, keeping a firm grip on her hair. She gagged, looking up at me with wide, nervous eyes. I could tell she wasn't experienced at this. But the look in her eyes told me she was eager to please me.
“That's it,” I told her, smiling encouragingly. “Good girl.”
Her face flushed. She worked my cock with renewed effort, lifting her hand up underneath to massage my balls. Her eagerness and enthusiasm thrilled me, making me crave more. I drove my cock in deeper, thrusting faster. Her tongue felt like heaven, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
“Do you want it?” I asked her.
Unable to speak, unable to even nod while I held her hair in a tight grip, Ami moaned a muffled, “Mmm-hmm.”
“Swallow it, baby. Swallow it.”
She squealed around her mouthful of cock, unprepared for what was coming. I gasped, holding her head still as I came into her mouth. I kept my cock shoved in between her lips, forcing her to swallow it all. She squirmed and coughed, but took it all in.
When it was done, I collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air. Ami wiped her mouth, coughing.
After she composed herself, she crawled up onto the bed next to me. She laid her head against my shoulder.
“That was amazing,” I told her.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“You sure?” she asked. She traced her fingers along my chest. “I've...I've never done that before. Except our first night together. And this was the first time I ever swallowed.”
I kissed her forehead, feeling a surge of pride and affection for her. Knowing that she had never done this with another guy made it all the more special.
“You're perfect,” I told her.
She giggled, curling up against me.
We laid there in each others arms until we both drifted off to sleep. Though in the morning, I made sure to give her something that would return the favor and make her feel as wonderful as I had that night.