I try to remember what I read in all those magazines, all the ones that told me how to please a man, and I begin to stroke him, slowly, taking my time, in no rush for this to be over.
He reaches down and wraps his hand around mine so that he can set the pace for a while, and I am more than happy to let him show me what needs to be done. He kisses me as he slowly moves my hand up and down his thick hard-on, and the feeling of his hand over mine is almost unbearably sensual – he's showing me how he likes to be touched, how he wants to be pleased, and I am eager to show him in every way that I can that I am willing to do just that for him.
"That’s so good," he breathes against my lips, his stubble brushing against my chin. His roughness matched with his softness – something about it makes my head feel as though it’s spinning. I want more. I want to pleasure him the same way that he pleasured me.
"Can I go down on you?” I ask him, a little shyly. I don’t even really know what I’d be doing down there, but I feel the smile on his lips before he responds and I know that he is as ready for this as I am.
"Let me show you how," he says back, and he kisses me once more before I begin to work my way down his body, just the same way that he did with me. On my knees, before him. His cock hard and ready to be in my mouth.
Gosh, he smells so good. And the muscles under his skin – I knew that he was strong from the moment I slipped outside the shower and he pulled me into his arms, but this is something else entirely. He is so powerful, he could do anything that he wanted with me.
I want him to do everything.
I peel up his shirt, and he pulls it off and tosses it aside – I sit up for a moment, admiring his amazing torso, and he reaches out to slide his hands over my waist. The way he is looking at me, it is as though I am some sort of gift, someone handed to him for all his good deeds.
"You’re so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, and I move forward and kiss him again, kiss over his hips, the line of muscle that leads down beneath his jeans. He slides them off, baring himself to me completely. I can hardly believe that this gorgeous man is actually bare-ass naked in front of me, and I have to hold back a little giggle of disbelief that this can really be happening. I figure that it might blow the mood, but then he smiles at me again, and I know that he can see the excitement written all over my face.
I lean down to take him into my mouth for the first time, not moving my hand from his base, and wonder how on earth I am meant to fit that whole thing in my mouth at once – he must be a good eight inches long, and wide, too. I have no point of reference for what is normal for a cock, but I get the feeling that he is above average in all the ways that matter.
Well, got to start somewhere – I plant a kiss on the very tip of his hard-on, and he sucks in a sharp breath above me. I glance up, worried that I’ve hurt him.
"Is that okay?" I ask, and he smooths my hair back from my face.
"It’s perfect, you’re perfect," he tells me, and I slowly return my mouth to his head once more. He tastes a little salty, a little sweet, totally and utterly himself, and I find myself craving more. As much as he is willing to give me.
I seal my lips around him and move my mouth down a little, then up again, experimenting with how it feels and how he reacts to it. Touching his thighs, I can feel his muscles tensing, and I know that I am doing something right.
I look up and find him looking down at me, watching me as though I am the most tempting and delightful thing in the world. It sends a shiver down my spine to know how much he wants me; I can already feel the heat beginning to grow between my legs. I know that it isn’t going to be much longer before I am going to need more from him, but for now, I need to show him just how full of want for him I am.
I use my tongue, slowly licking up from the bottom of his erection to the top and then back down again. I am already finding myself obsessed with the way that he reacts to me. He tastes so good, looks even better – there is a small furrow between his eyes that intensifies when I am doing something that he likes, and I use that as a signal to do just what he wants me to.
I seal my lips around him again, and begin to slide up and down once more, taking as much of him into my mouth as I possibly can. I try to think what it must feel like for him, try to imagine what would feel the best. He flexes his hips towards me, pushing himself into me a little further, filling me. I can imagine that this is what it will feel like when he is inside of me, when he fucks me for the first time, but for now – for now, I want to lavish him with all the attention that he deserves, any way I can give it to him.
He takes my hand and wraps it around his length, and I use it along with my mouth to stroke him. I feel as though I am lost to him. I can’t think of anything that came before this or after this, I just want to give myself to him. I want him to enjoy this as much as I enjoyed him moving his tongue against me downstairs, and I can tell from the way that his breath is starting to catch around the edges that I am doing something right.
I go a little faster, picking up the pace, enjoying the power that I seem to have over him right now. I can’t stop now, I don’t want to. I need to take him over the edge and show him that I am just as willing to please him as he is to please me. This may be the first time that I have ever had an orgasm, but I am going to make sure that this is the first night that I give one, too.
"Fuck," he growls, the sound raw and hungry as it seems to rise up from somewhere deep inside of him. Yes, he’s close – I sink my fingers into his leg, feeling him tense, and then, finally, I feel the heat of his seed as he finishes.
The sound he makes when he comes is enough to tell me that all of this was worth it. I didn’t really know how hot it could be to make someone else come, to know that I was enough to push someone over the edge, but, as I keep my mouth over him and he finishes, I swallow every drop of his seed.
I flick my eyes up to meet his, watching the way that his face softens and seems to calm as he reaches his release.
I pull back slowly, and flick my tongue out over my lips; he tastes salty, sweet, delicious, and I know that I am already addicted to him.
"That was amazing," he groans as he reaches down and pulls me up to lie against his chest. He runs his hand down my bare back, leaving a trail of tingles every place that he touches me. I close my eyes and nuzzle against him, inhaling the smell of the mountain air, of the wood and the sap and the trees, that seems to come off him in waves.
"I think I need a little more practice before I’m sure that I’m doing my very best," I tell him playfully, and he runs his fingers through my hair, planting a kiss on my cheek and closing his eyes. This – this I could get used to. It feels so deliciously perfect, resting in his arms after the two of us have pleasured each other the best we can.
I am not sure how long we lie there – in fact, I don’t even remember falling asleep, but when I wake up, I am lying in his bed, and I am all by myself.
I reach over to the spot where I am sure he was sleeping next to me last night, and I instantly feel that deep craving for him once more. He must have carried me here while I was sleeping, and I can remember the way his arms wrapped around me tightly as he slept.
Where is he? I sit up and look around, trying to remember if he woke me up to tell me where he was off to. Probably back to work. I suppose that, to him, this is just another day – I can’t be the only woman that has been trussed up in these covers.