He touches the side of my bare leg, sending goosebumps all over my body. I’m not wearing a bra, so when my nipples harden, it’s painfully obvious.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers to me.
“So are you,” I whisper back.
Then I reach out and I touch his chest. He sucks air through his teeth. Touching his chest is not enough for me. I don’t want to just touch him. He looks delicious. I want to taste him too. When I reach for the towel, he grabs my wrist to stop me.
“We can,” I insist. “I want to.”
His breathing gets heavier and he lets go of my wrist. I tug at the towel and let it fall. His cock might very well be the most stunning one I’ve ever seen. So many women I know think that a man’s dick is ugly, but not me. And Heath’s is especially tantalizing. It’s big and lovely, the head glistening. It’s a fucking masterpiece. I touch the length at first, gliding my hand along the velvet skin. He makes a dreamy groan as I wrap my hand around him. Then I kneel down and lean forward and take him in my mouth. He tastes as amazing as he looks and fills my mouth nicely. I slowly work his length down my throat and listen to the sexy noises me makes as he enjoys my efforts.
He runs his hands through my hair, taking a fistful as I miraculously swallow the entire length of him. I work his balls with my finger tips and he starts making a desperate sound.
“That feels so fucking good,” he says.
I come up for air and lick him from the tip of the head, along the swollen vein on the underside, down to his balls. I take one in my mouth, swirl it around with my tongue and do the same to the other.
“That’s one hell of a mouth you have,” he says with a crooked grin.
“You like that?”
“I love it,” he says, his voice thick with lust.
“I want you to fuck my face,” I tell him.
I love to give a soft, sensual blow job, but right now I want to make him dizzy with want. I want him never to be able to resist me again.
“Are you sure?” he says timidly, but I can tell he wants it.
“I can take it,” I insist.
I make my way back up his cock with my tongue, lick the drop of pre-cum from the tip and swallow him back down. Heath cusses and lifts his hips upward to thrust inside my mouth on my way down.
I love having this kind of control over him. The way he begs and pleads for me not to stop. I feel a sense of pride knowing how much pleasure he’s in right now and it’s all because of me. I watch his face as I suck him off, the rawness of his expression, the lust, the restraint.
His breath starts to come in rapid fire, the sounds he’s making are more animalistic. He holds the sides of my face and pumps into me as though it were my pussy.
He stops suddenly and says, “Wait, wait.”
But there’s no waiting. I want him, I want him all. I start bobbing on him, pushing his hands away so I can do all the work. I’m the one in charge now.
“Oh, god, oh fuck,” he chants.
Finally, with an almost pained sound, he lets go and I clutch his hips as he bucks into me. I swallow every drop, and with my tongue, I lick up everything that escaped the corners of my lips from his explosion.
“There, does that feel better?” I say with a twisted, satisfied smile when I release him from the clutches of my mouth.
“Much better,” he says, his voice husky and exhausted.
“Get some sleep,” I say. “We have a big day tomorrow.”
“But, don’t you want me to—”
“There’s plenty of time for that,” I say, and go back to my room where I masturbate yet again.
The next morning, before I leave, I check on Sylph. I knock lightly on her door but she doesn’t answer. Hoping what happened last night between us didn’t freak her out and send her running, I check the door handle. It’s not locked. I go inside. Her suitcases are on the couch, open, stuff spilling out. Then I check her room. She’s lying on her side on the bed, her long hair draped over her pillow, sound asleep. Next to her, on the night stand, is a formidable pink dildo.
I cover my smile with my hand. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to see that, so I sneak out of the apartment without waking her up. I guess she was as turned on as I was by what transpired between us last night. I hadn’t meant to let it get that far, but I have to admit, I’m not sorry about it. I haven’t been that turned on in a long time. She has an award winning mouth. That girl knows how to suck a dick. I’m getting hard just thinking about it. After seeing that dildo on the nightstand and picturing her using it on herself, my flag is at full-mast.