“You’re…” I said low, and when he looked at me, his eyes hooded with his pleasure, I pushed forward. “You’re still so hard.” I don’t know why I thought he wouldn't be. Of course he wouldn't have gotten off, not when he was so focused on making me feel good. I want to pleasure him.
I was sated and felt content, and I especially felt womanly and desired. So I said nothing as I slid off the table and sank to my knees between his still braced-apart legs.
“Prima?” he groaned my name, sat up a bit straighter, and when my hands went to the ties of his leathers, I could actually see his body tighten. His hand covered mine at his waist, and as we stared at each other, I waited for him to tell me no even though I knew he didn’t really want to. “You don’t have to do this. I enjoy tasting you, pleasuring you.” He moaned as if his own words set off his lust.
“I want to.” My voice sounded so sexually laced that I felt this renewed sense of desire and strength. After a second he moved his hand away from mine and leaned back, but I noticed his chest was rising and falling harsher with his breathing.
He’s excited. He anticipates this.
“I don’t know what I’m doing, but if you tell me what you like—”
“Anything you do, I’ll like.” His voice seemed forced, his jaw clenched.
After a prolonged second, I went back to the task at hand by unlacing the ties of his leathers, gripping the edges, and started to pull down. He lifted up enough that I could get his trews down to midthigh. A low breath of anticipation and excitement left me at the way his massive cock sprang up in front of me.
Of course I’d seen his cock a few times now, but I’d never been this up close and personal with it. The head was slightly broader than the shaft, and the slit at the tip was glossy with clear fluid. I might’ve been a virgin, but I knew the basics about our bodies and the act of sex.
I knew that what I was looking at was pre-cum, the beginnings of what would be his ejaculation. The very thought—image—of that act had my pussy soaked all over again. I felt my pulse beat heavily in my clit and pressed my thighs together to help ease the ache.
My mouth watered, and this strange need to taste him, to have that flavor coating my tongue, filled me. I’d been right to assume his shaft was as thick as my wrist, and I found myself reaching out and curling my fingers around the middle of him before I could stop myself.
I gasped at how hot and hard he was in my grip, his flesh like the softest material over iron.
He hissed as if I burned him, and I let go quickly, thinking I hurt him, but a moment later he gripped my wrist and led me back to his length until I curled my fingers around him once more.
I was fascinated by the sight of him, how the thick stock stood straight up from a thatch of short black hair. He had a heavy sac underneath, his balls massive, masculine.
Feeling braver, I experimented, dragging my hand up and down, feeling his skin slide over the stiffness that was his erection. I was mesmerized as I watched, as I brought my palm up to his crown. I saw his pre-cum start to dribble down the tip, felt it cover my fingers.
I started using his seed as lubrication, working my palm up and down his length, wanting it to feel good for him… as much as he made me feel good.
I pulled back and looked into his dark eyes. “Am I doing this okay?”
He didn’t answer, just growled low, tangled a hand in my hair at the back of my head, and pulled me toward his cock once more.
I was breathless as I dragged my tongue along the slit of his shaft, his salty yet flavorful seed bathing my taste buds.
“Yes,” he gritted out. “So good. So perfect.”
I was renewed with strength at his praise and experimented more by sucking on the crown, lapping up the continuous pre-cum that spilled from the top, and moaning at how good he tasted.
“Tell me what to do,” I breathed against his cock, rubbing my cheek along the length, finding this whole experience so erotic. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
A low, rumbled groan left him. “You please me so much already.”
“I want to please you even more. Tell me,” I coaxed.
He was silent for long seconds, his hand cupping my cheek now, his thumb stroking over my bottom lip. His expression told me he was transfixed, and while I held his stare with my own, I let me tongue drag along the crown again, licking the new pearl of fluid off his slit.