“Kylie, you better stop, or I’m gonna lose it.”
“So?”
“Oh, god, Kylie. Shit, the way you touch me…it’s—it’s f**king magic.” I lick my lips and try to push away the impending release. “So, I thought we were gonna—oh god, oh god—” I can’t make any more sense, can’t control the ache in my balls and the need to move and the need to let go.
“I’m not in a hurry, Oz. I want this. I want to watch you come. All this is new territory for me, and I’m enjoying this, touching you like this.” She’s mumbling this, almost absently, more focused on me, on her fingers wrapped around my aching cock.
I’m boiling, my balls are heavy and tight and full, my eyes won’t stay open and my breathing is ragged and my body is arching off the bed, my hips thrusting helplessly. She’s touching me slowly, exploring. Her goal isn’t to make me come, it’s to merely touch me, to learn the way my c**k feels in her hand, to learn the way I react. It’s beautiful torture. Kylie cups the head in her palm, squeezes gently, and then slides her fist down my length. I’m so close, so close.
And then I feel her hair drifting on my chest, feel her face on my stomach. “I feel like I want to kiss you there, like you did to me. I want to taste you.”
I should stop her. “Ky—you don’t…don’t have to do that, just ’cause I did.”
She doesn’t answer, and I feel her lips kiss the tip of my cock, and I’m holding back, tensed, every muscle iron-hard, teeth grinding together. I feel her tongue touch me, feel her lips wrap around the head, just above the groove, the tip of her tongue sliding along the tiny opening, tasting the leaking pre-come. I can’t hold back much longer, and I don’t want to come in her mouth. But this feels…beyond amazing. Everything she does, every touch, every kiss of her lips takes me further and further into bliss. I don’t want it to ever stop, not ever. I’m shaking, muscles trembling as I strive to hold still and keep the release at bay. She’s holding me by the root, her mouth hot and wet around the head of my cock, and she’s kissing, tasting, licking, as if I’m some kind of treat, licking and sucking and sliding her lips all over me as if I’m ice cream.
“I can’t—fuck—I can’t hold it anymore, Ky.” I growl it, the words grating and rasping in my throat and my teeth. “I’m about to come, Ky.”
Her mouth leaves me, and the selfish part of me wants it back, wants to explode in the warm wetness of her mouth. But I won’t. Not yet, not until she’s ready for that, and I know she’s not. This is more about her exploring, discovering. I feel my spine arch off the mattress, my hands fisted in the sheets at my sides, fighting to keep it back, hold it back. Her soft small warm hands both wrap around my c**k and slide up and plunge down, slowly and gently, and I want it faster and harder but she doesn’t give me that—she continues the slow and lazy drifting from root to tip, and it’s driving me wild, making me crazy. Her cheek nestles against my hipbone, and I feel her breath on me, and she’s watching me writhe and struggle, and now she strokes me in a rhythm, down against my up-thrust, both fists around me, faster now. I force my eyes open, and goddamn is she gorgeous, strawberry blonde, almost red hair vivid against my dark skin and the white sheet, and her wildly blue eyes are locked on my c**k in her hands, watching for the moment when I explode.
“Kylie!” It’s the only sound I can make as I feel the volcanic detonation unleash.
Heat in my balls, my c**k tightening and her hands gripping me and stroking me and her face against my leg, and her hair and her eyes and I’m gone, gone, everything is a hot wash of lightning bliss, and her hands never stop, hot and soft, and I watch her through hooded heavy eyes as she watches me come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
I feel the stream of come hit my belly and still she’s touching me, and I’m groaning and sighing, and now another blast of release shoots from me, and a final, smaller gush, and then I’m only able to flutter my hips into her touch, never wanting this moment to end.
She moves back up to lie beside me. Her eyes search mine. “Oh…my…god, Oz.” She covers her face with her hands and burrows into the hollow of my neck, giggling. “That was awesome!”
“I can’t—I can’t move, Ky. I can’t feel my toes. Holy f**king shit. You killed me.” I curl my arm around her and hold her close.
“It felt good?” She seems uncertain.
“Good?” I pull her hands down. “Babe, did you see what you did to me? That was…incredible.”
She smiles. “Good. I’m glad. I wanted to make you feel as good you made me feel. And…I liked watching you. I liked knowing I was making you feel that way, like…I was…in charge.” She blushes, embarrassed. “God, that sounds so stupid.”
I laugh. “No, sweetness. It doesn’t. Not at all. You were in charge. You had total control over me.”
“Really?”
I nod. “Absolutely.”
She’s thinking. “Yeah, I can see that. That’s how I felt, when you were—with your mouth. Down there.”
I grin. “Oh, come on, Ky. You can do better than that. Don’t be shy. Not with me. Not after what we just did together.”
“What?” She’s bashful, playing innocent.
“Say something dirty. Tell me what I was doing to you. Use the dirtiest words you can think of.”
She chews on her lower lip, eyes flicking back and forth on mine. “What is it you want to hear, Oz? You want to hear me say something nasty?”
I nod. “Yeah. It’ll be hot.”
She shakes her head. “You go first, then. I’m embarrassed.”
I snort. “Embarrassed? You just had your hands all over my cock, Kylie. You sucked my cock. You made me come all over myself. I’ve never done that before, you know, just…lost control.”
She blushes, but her eyes go to the come on my stomach. “I love your cock, Oz.” She giggles, and then goes serious. “I do, for real. I love the way it feels in my hands. I even like the way it tastes and feels in my mouth. Is that weird?”
I shrug. “Nothing’s weird. It is what it is. Everyone’s different. I like the way you taste, too, babe. I love the way your pu**y tastes.”
She blushes even harder and buries her face in my neck. “God, Oz, I’m blushing so hard I’m gonna burst into flames in a second.” She peeks up at me, looking at me through her shielded hands. “You really do?”