Falling Down(59)

"Holy f*ck. You suck me so good and so deep."
"Mmm," I hum and he groans again. I slide my tongue along the underside of his cock while I suck now and his breath catches.
"Fuuuuuuck. Do that again."
I do and he moans long and loud.
"I'm going to come."
"Mmm," I hum again.
"You might want to move, Lucy."
Move? Is he kidding? That doesn't give him the ultimate pleasure. Besides I'm dying to know what he tastes like.
"Lucy--"
I roll his balls gently with my fingers, tug harder on the nipple ring with my other hand and that does it.
"Fuuuuuuck," he groans out his hips jerking as his release hits and his cum splashes into the back of my throat. I continue to bob my head up and down, keeping him deep while I swallow every drop of his semen.
"Fuck."
Don't get me wrong, I'm normally not a swallower, but this is me fulfilling fantasies. I likely won't get another shot after the next few days so I'm taking everything--and I want to leave him with memories he won't soon forget.
I lick his softening cock clean and sit back on my heels. Jesse's eyes are closed and he's got a smirk on his face. I crawl up next to him and snuggle into his chest, taking for granted the fact that even though I want to snuggle, he may not.
He wraps his arm around my back and his fingertips start running up and down my arm.
"I really like your bedroom."
"I really like you in it."
His bed is, of course, a California King, and so amazingly comfortable. The color scheme throughout the room is hunter green, black, and royal blue. There are a total of four doors in this room, all cherry wood, as are his dressers, tables, and anything wooden within the room. I love cherry wood. How he found perfectly matching accenting rugs to go throughout the room, I have no idea. Likely an interior decorator.
One door leads to the bathroom. When you first enter the bathroom there's the sink and long counter top and all the way down is a door to where there's a toilet and standing shower. On the opposite wall is the Jacuzzi.
The second door is an amazingly huge walk-in closet. It's more like a room inside a room. It's crazy and he doesn't even have it half way filled up. It's sacrilegious and I made sure to tell him so.
A third door leads to a sitting room with a sofa, loveseat, and two La-Z-Boy loungers. There's a huge TV, a game system, and a media center. The room is tricked out.
"Your bad girl came out to play," Jesse says pulling me from my thoughts.
I nod. "She did."
"I wasn't sure if you'd let her."
I shrug. "She deserves to have a little fun, doesn't she?"
"Mhmm, she does."
"Well, there you go."
He remains quiet for a few minutes and I can't help but wonder what he's thinking. I hope he's not thinking this is a normal thing for me--swallowing and blow jobs because that couldn't be further from the truth.
"Stop."
"Hmm?"
"Stop."
"Stop what?"
"Thinking."
"I'm--"
"Yes, you are and you need to stop."
"You don't even know what I'm thinking."
"I'm sure it's not good."
He rolls on top of me and looks into my eyes. He starts playing with my bottom lip with his index finger.
"I don't know what's going on in that pretty head of yours, but it needs to stop."
"I--" Jesse cuts me off with a press of his finger to my lips.
"You're in there," he taps my temple, "putting yourself down because you let yourself do what you wanted. Second-guessing yourself, thinking that I think bad things because you are really f*cking good at giving head."