novelxo Done Right: Chapter 6
I should be nervous. I know I should be feeling some kind of anxiety, going into this. Yet, while I watch Emma get more and more frustrated with my constant teasing, my body is fucking alive. I have never felt a desire like this before. I continue kissing up her leg, finally kissing her thighs. She looks at me with so much desperation in her eyes that I almost cave. I almost skip the next few minutes and bury my face in between her legs, only coming up when I am in need of air. Only taking a breath when absolutely fucking necessary, but I want this to feel the same way for her as it does for me.
After listening to her talk at the bar, she hasn’t had a good track record with men pleasing her. She seemed so frustrated that her pleasure was being put on hold for a man, and I want nothing more than to be the opposite of that. I want to put her pleasure first. I want her to think about this night for fucking years because god knows I will.
I don’t know when this crossed the boundary between just fucking, and this being an emotional experience, but somewhere along the way it did. It seems so weird to trust someone this much, someone that I barely know, but I do. From the minute I sat down at the bar, I’ve opened myself up to Emma in a way I haven’t before. Her body is completely open and bare in front of me, but this doesn’t just feel like sticking my dick in someone anymore. This has advanced into something else.
I’m finally at the tops of her thighs, and I’m taking my goddamn sweet time. I have spent the most time here, sucking and biting, just a few inches away from where she wants me, where she needs me.
It may seem like nerves, but really I am just relishing this fucking woman. I have never had someone get so fucking turned on by the smallest things that I do.
Finally, fucking finally, I bring my mouth down on her pussy and her taste explodes on my tongue, making me release a moan. I run my tongue along her clit, knowing enough to know where to start, just not where to go from there.
“Yes, yes, just like that,” she says, directing me on how to please her body. Instead of guessing what pleasures her, I watch her body, so fucking carefully, trying to pinpoint what feels good and what doesn’t.
“Oh my god, do that again,” she whimpers as I slide my tongue up and down, testing. I do it again and her moans fill the room, making my cock rock solid.
She moves her hips, directing me to where she wants me. I keep running my tongue back and forth, over the spots that make her react the most. Anytime I try to move too far down, she brings my head back up but with hips, keeping me exactly where she wants me.
I slide my tongue across her clit again, making her back arch and a sound come out of her mouth that could make me cum right here. I keep doing that, watching for when it becomes too much for her. I put my whole mouth on her clit, sucking like my life depends on it. I can’t believe I have gone my whole life without seeing a woman like this. Without seeing Emma like this. I’m unsure if I was really living before. Instead, I was just floating around, unaware of what I was missing.
Her back arches again when I continue working my tongue and I chance a view towards her, wondering with awe what she looks like. Her hands are on her tits, tugging and pulling on her nipples. I wish everything she did wasn’t so sexy, but that sight makes my cock literally twitch between my legs. I use one hand to keep her legs spread and bring the other down on my cock, stroking it to the sight of her coming apart on my mouth.
Her words halt me. “Are you jerking off?” she asks, staring down at me with amazement in her gaze. My stomach drops a little, worried I fucked up the social etiquette of pussy eating. Maybe I am supposed to only focus on her while I do this. Maybe I am doing the same thing her exes have done, making everything about my pleasure and forgetting hers. I just couldn’t keep my hands off myself. Watching her squirm on my mouth was too fucking good. I didn’t even think about it, my cock just needed to be touched.
I gulp. “Yes?” I say, worried that it is the wrong answer. She swallows hard, making my gaze shift to her neck.
“You have to stop,” she says, breathlessly and my stomach sinks further. I start shaking my head immediately, unsure of exactly how I have fucked this up so quickly.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to ruin it,” I stammer, hoping she forgets about my misstep and lets me continue making her come apart on my mouth.
“No, I—” she starts, but stops and laughs instead. She looks at me with an adoration that confuses me. I thought she was pissed. “If you keep going like that, I’m going to cum,” she says, pink staining her cheeks as the words leave her mouth. Realization dawns on me. It wasn’t that she hated the fact that I was jerking off, she fucking likes it, a lot.
“That would make you cum?” I ask, not quite believing it.
She nods instead of answering, her cheeks staining a deeper shade of red. “You wanted me to cum on your cock, so I figured we should… stop,” she says regretfully, like this was a hard choice for her to make. Blood rushes to my dick for the hundredth time tonight, hearing those words come out of her mouth.
“The only thing better than feeling you cum on my cock, is feeling you cum on my face,” I say, with the most confidence I have had all night. I lower my mouth back down on her clit, slowly in case she wants to stop me. Her head falls back instantly, moans leaking out of her mouth seemingly beyond her control.
This time I don’t stop. I don’t go slow. I don’t make her beg for it. I move my tongue in the exact way she has been desperate for until she is grinding her clit on my face. I can feel how desperate she is for release. This goes on a few more seconds, before her hands come down on my hair, pushing me onto her with force. I eat it up honestly. I love watching her get more and more desperate as time goes on.
Finally, fucking finally, she moans louder, gasping for air, letting me know she is cumming. Her back arches off the bed and her sounds light up the fucking room. I want nothing less than to have this moment last forever, but she comes down eventually, breathing heavily.