Like a Memory(42)

Her tongue slid over the head and I shook. I sure as hell couldn’t take her teasing me. It was taking all my willpower not to grab her head and shove that sexy little mouth down over my cock. I didn’t want to choke her . . . well, now that was a lie. The idea of chocking her with my dick was exciting. Hearing her gag with it in her throat was hot as hell. But she seemed nervous. I didn’t want to scare her. Because she might stop and Jesus, I didn’t want her to stop.

Her tongue trailed down each side and my hands were literally trembling. I balled them into fists. I’d had my dick sucked a lot and by some pros but none of them compared to it being Bliss. Even if she hadn’t actually sucked it yet. Her prep work was about to kill me.

After she had thoroughly licked it and I was on the verge of begging her to stick it in her mouth she tilted her head back and looked up at me. “I’ve . . . do I . . . is this right? Or do I actually suck on it?” her cheeks were flushed and her words slowly sank in. She’d never done this before.

The image of Bliss’s mouth being on some other guy’s dick wasn’t appealing and now knowing it never had been thrilled me. It shouldn’t. She wasn’t mine but damn I liked this.

I touched her head gently. “Slowly put it in your mouth. Get as much in it as you can take then suck it.”

Explaining this to her was a f*cking turn on. As if I needed anything more to make me want her. She put both her hands on it and then finally my dick sank into her mouth. The wet warmth and the way her tongue flicked it as it moved deeper felt incredible.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Fuck! That was it. I touched her head but I didn’t let myself shove down on it like I wanted to.

She continued to do as I told her and with each groan and word of praise out of my mouth she got more sure of herself. Soon she was taking me deeper in her throat and I knew I couldn’t shoot my load in her mouth. Not if this was her first time. But damn the image of it made my cock throb.

“Fuck, Bliss, yeah baby,” I was lost in a level of heaven I didn’t want to leave. Ever. What would happen tomorrow and the future didn’t seem to matter anymore. Not when Bliss was sucking on the head and jacking me off with her hand.

Squeezing my eyes shut I tried to hold off. I didn’t want to end this but the end was there and I grab my dick and move her head back. “I’m coming,” I managed to get out just as my load erupted all over her bare chest. She watched me coat her tits with such wide-eyed innocence I came just little harder at the sight of it.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned and my release began to roll down over a nipple. I’d never forget the way she looked right now.

She lifted her eyes to meet mine then she smiled. It was the happy pleased kind that made me laugh.

“Wow,” she said and I laughed some more.

“I didn’t mean to coat you with it,” I told her.

She beamed at me. “I like that you did. It felt good.”

I was getting hard again. Jesus, she needed to shut up. We couldn’t have sex.

“Stay right there,” I said standing up and going over to the table to get one of the linen napkins and a glass of water. She needed to be cleaned up.

When I knelt in front of her to clean her up she arched her back to let me. And my thickening dick got even harder. “I might need to let you do this,” I told her. “Because this . . . you doing that . . . I want to f*ck you. .”

Her cheeks were flushed. I wasn’t sure if it was all the sucking or my words causing it but I liked it.

“Then do.”

No, no, no, no. I shook my head and handed her the napkin before moving away. “Not happening.”

I didn’t watch her clean herself. I couldn’t. Or we would be f*cking.

“You don’t have to come inside me.”

She wanted me to pull out. Motherf*cker I wanted to. I knew I was clean and after that blow job experience I knew her experience was limited so she was clean. But damn . . . what if? That was a chance I wasn’t sure we should take.

“Not a good idea,” I told her and reached for my boxers to get myself covered back up before the temptation was too great.

“Okay,” she finally said and I turned to look back at her. She was still naked and she hadn’t got all my come off her chest yet.

“Bliss,” my tone was warning.

“Yes.”

“Cover up. Get dressed. You don’t want to play this game with me.”

She didn’t move. “Yes I do.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I started to just leave. Walk away and send a car to get her. That was what I should do. But as I moved I was moving toward her. I jerked her up and pulled her against my chest before kissing her with all the desire and frustration she had built up in me. It was hard and too rough but she kissed back just as fiercely and I couldn’t make the right decision. I couldn’t walk away.

I broke the kiss and shoved her back on the lounger. Taking both her legs I held them open and looked at her there like that. Her eyes wide with excitement. I was doing this. When I knew, I shouldn’t. I was doing it.

The boxers I had just put on I was out of immediately and with one thrust of my hips I was buried inside her. The cry of pain and thin barrier told me something I should have figured out. I should have known. But damn she was a woman now. I didn’t expect that.

A blow job being her first was one thing but sex? The caveman took over. I wanted to beat on my chest and say “mine” but that wasn’t possible. I had to leave. She couldn’t be mine. She deserved her prince.