She took my shaft in her hand and did just that. Licking up and down my shaft, she gulped the head of my cock and then came down on it. She must’ve repressed her gag reflex pretty well as she almost made it down to the base. Choking a bit, she backed off, drooling all over my cock. The warmness of her lips and tongue continued to stimulate me and I soon found myself on the verge.
“I think you need to stop,” I warned her. “I’m almost there.”
“Cum into my mouth,” she requested. “I want to taste you load.”
Her mouth moved to the base of my shaft and then to my balls. Her tongue gently tickled them, wetting them with her saliva. Carina had been shy in her movements at first, but now that tentativeness was gone. It was I that was a bit awkward. She had overwhelmed me a bit with her confidence, while I dithered inside my own mind about whether or not having sex with her was a good idea.
Finally, I could not hold back any longer.
“Oh! Oh, I’m gonna cum!” I warned.
She did not hesitate to wrap her mouth around the head of my dick. Her sucking pushed me over the edge, and I unleashed. I could feel myself spurting cum down her throat, which she seemed to eagerly consume.
It was a complete and satisfying blowjob, the likes of which I had never experienced. I felt complete in that moment, knowing that I had expelled every ounce of my essence that I could into her sweet mouth.
Carina gulped down the load and licked her lips. “Mmm, that was good,” she smiled. “I hope you’re not finished yet.”
“You might have to give me a few minutes after that,” I panted. “That was really incredible.”
We rested on the bed, side by side, cuddling for several minutes. I think we may have dozed off for a while, we were both so relaxed. Then, at some point, I leaned over and kissed her and we started making out.
Since we were already half-naked, we stripped off the rest of our clothes. I grabbed a condom and Carina lay back on the bed, holding her legs apart. Sliding into her, I felt her wetness, warmness and tightness. It all combined for a sensual feeling of pleasure, as I plowed in and out of her.
“Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah,” she moaned. “Just like that. Just like that.”
I reached down and tickled her clit as I was fucking her. Carina squealed and then sounded like she was going to cry in pleasure. She was making noises, but the words didn’t make sense.
I pressed balls deep inside her and she gasped, as did I.
“Oh, Leo! Yes!” she managed to say in between breathless moans.
I suddenly came. I thought I could hold it, but this time it kind of just happened. Making a surprised grunt, I felt the condom fill up as I spurted uncontrollably.
“Whoa, holy shit!” I exclaimed. “Uhn! Ah! Wow.”
It was then I realize we were both covered in sweat. I flopped down, face first, into the pillow next to her. The orgasms were taking their toll.
“Do you always have sex like that?” Carina asked. “Because you’re really great at it.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “You’re not so bad yourself. In fact, you’re amazing.”
“Leo, can I ask you something?”
“What are we now?”
“I… I don’t know anymore. I don’t know where this went off the rails,” I admitted. “This has become something more than you just being a client.”
“What are we going to do?”
“I’m not sure.”
Leo and I kind of left things weird and open. I didn’t want to pressure him and quite frankly, I wasn’t sure what I wanted either. Maybe we both needed time to process our feelings.
That night, I went to babysit with Vicky while Leo and Jim went out for drinks. Perhaps I just needed a little girl time to sort things out.
When I got to the house, things were a bit of a mess. Little James had been running around the house pulling down everything he could with his busy hands. He pulled a tablecloth down along with everything that had been sitting on the table. He pulled down some curtains, a blind and various coverings on pieces of the furniture. The toddler would just throw them onto the floor and then run to the next thing. Vicky was trying to clean up after him, while simultaneously trying to stop him from running around.
“Hey, glad you’re here,” greeted my best friend, appreciative of the help.
“What can I do?” I offered.
“You run around that side of the table. I’ll run around this side and we’ll catch him,” she explained.
The plan almost didn’t work. James was a fast, little toddler, but I managed to grab him as he tried to slip past. He used all his weight to try and pull away, but I handed him hand off to his mother. She picked him up and he started to scream. Carrying him to his crib in the next room, she put him inside.