Heidi's Guide to Four Letter Words(52)

“Oopsie! Don’t know my own strength!” I giggle nervously.

Making sure Brent’s eyes are still closed, I quickly skim the chapter I’m holding open on the floor.

She spits into the palm of her hand before wrapping it around his hard cock… Eeeeew, I have to spit on my hand to do this? That seems very unsanitary. Also, I still don’t see the directions for taking it out! Why are we skipping steps here, people?

Glancing up at Brent’s face, he seems completely content to just sit there with his head back and his hands folded together on top of his stomach, letting me take the lead and do my thing. But I don’t want him to be content. I want to drive him wild. And if driving him wild includes spitting on my hand, I guess I’m going to have to spit on my hand, dammit! I’ll figure out how to get his thingy out afterward.

Bringing my palm up to my mouth, I bend my head forward and let as much saliva as I can drip down out of my mouth. And since I’m trying to be quiet, because I’m assuming the sound of me hacking into my own hand would not be sexy, the spit comes out in a long, stringy line that won’t break free from my bottom lip.

Brent chooses that moment to pop his head back up, and I quickly slurp the spit back into my mouth in the most unladylike way, clamping my lips together tightly and giving him a big smile.

“What’s going on down there?” Brent asks in amusement, leaning forward and resting his hands on my shoulders.

“Nothing! Nothing at all! Just getting all set up to put your… thingy in my mouth!” I inform him, smacking my hand down around on the floor, trying to blindly find the book and shove it back under the couch.

Brent leans to the side to see why my arm is flailing all around, bending down and scooping up the book, while I die a little of embarrassment. With his thumb holding it open where I had it, he flips it over.

“Tie Me Up, Master?” Brent questions, reading the title out loud.

I knew I should have stuck with Aubrey’s books and not chosen something out of my current reading level.

He flips the book back around and I watch as his eyes skim the page.

“Were you… about to spit in your hand?” he asks tentatively, the corner of his mouth twitching.

“What? No! That’s just crazy talk!” I laugh.

Brent sets the book down on the couch next to him, reaching up and swiping his thumb across my chin, right under my bottom lip.

“You had a little drool there,” he says, barely able to contain his smile.

Dammit!

“Babe, you don’t have to use an… erotic manual, so to speak, with me.”

Oh, he should call me babe all the time. That was hot.

“But now that I’ve been getting in touch with my sensual side, I wanted to make sure I do it right and you enjoyed it, and there are so many confusing steps about this process. I thought you just stuck it in your mouth and went to town, and I really don’t understand why they call it a blowjob, when you suck, you don’t blow, unless you’re doing that blowing air thing on it, which I still don’t fully understand,” I ramble. “It would be a cold breeze on your member. I thought that made them shrink? I feel like everything I know has been a lie.”

I can’t believe I just said “your member”! It’s all fun and games being able to say “cock” on my podcast, but saying it in front of the guy I like is a whole other ballgame that will require more practice.

Brent chuckles softly before grabbing onto my sides, scooping me up from my knees, and swiftly placing me on his lap so I’m straddling his thighs.

So, this is how it’s done! That wasn’t hard at all.

“Listen to me, Heidi,” Brent says softly, cupping my face in his hands and forcing me to look at him. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with or ready for.”

“I’m comfortable and I’m ready, I swear! Are we moving too fast? Is this too much for you?”

“Nothing you do is ever too much for me. I will move at whatever speed you want. Fast, slow, supersonic, or grandma in the middle of traffic with a walker.”

I sigh at his sweet words, licking my lips and swallowing quickly before I start talking again.

“I like the speed we’re going. I would not mind one bit moving faster and mowing down that grandma in her walker. I want to experience everything with you, because I trust you. I’m just… nervous. I’m afraid I won’t do it right, or you won’t like what I do, or it won’t turn you on, and I thought if I did exactly like it said in that book, it would be perfect,” I explain. “But they skipped the part about taking it out of your pants, and I’m confused on how that works without catching it on your zipper. Was I supposed to pull your pants off? You still have your shoes on. Was I supposed to take those off as well? Why didn’t they say that? They just skipped right to the spitting!”

He rubs his thumbs gently back and forth against my cheeks, making my limbs feel all melty and gooey, even when I’m having a slight sexual breakdown.

“I will like anything you and I do together, no matter what it is; I guarantee it. Because I like you. I like everything about you. You turn me on just by being in the same room with me. It was also pretty hot to hear you say the word blowjob, and suck, and if we’re being honest, member kind of did it for me too.” He shrugs. “I don’t ever want you to feel nervous with me. We can stop until you’re more comfortable. We don’t have to do anything right now. We can watch a movie or something.”