"That was amazing," is all I can get out.
"You have no idea, gorgeous." Brett's deep voice rumbles against my skin. Somehow finding strength, I push up on my arms. "No really, that was...wow. Thank you.”
"You don't have to thank me! That was my pleasure." His face is heated, and I wonder if he is as worked up as I felt just a few minutes ago. I may not be very experienced in the oral department, but I can't leave him hanging like this.
"Good, then you won’t mind if I return the favor?" I say shyly.
"No babe, this is not a tit for tat type deal, I wanted to do that. I don't expect anything in return."
"Well," I start trying to dredge up some courage, "maybe I want to do this." I quickly move on top of him. I can see the bulge under his zipper. I swallow nervously while giving myself a mental pep talk. I'm scared I'm not going to do this right, but I would be stupid to pass up this chance with Brett.
I begin to sink between his legs, but he stops by pulling me to my feet. “I don’t want you on your knees, babe. Come on, let’s go to my room.” He grabs the blanket off his couch, and pulls it around me. He scoops up my discarded clothes, and leads me to his room. As soon as we reach his bed, he plucks the blanket away from my naked body.
“Now where were we?” He winks at me and pulls me onto the bed on top of him.
I, once again, slide down his body and settle between his legs. I take my time to really study him. He's an undeniably beautiful man, but I can see a few faint scars across his chest which remind me that he's no more perfect that I am.
I snap out of my thoughts as I hear him chuckle, "See something you like?" Actually, I see a lot I like, but I'm not about to tell him that. I just blush and awkwardly look away.
"Don't do that, babe. Don't get embarrassed and hide your pretty face," he says quietly. That’s easy for him to say. What does he have to be insecure about, a few scars on his chest? He’s so sexy, women probably throw themselves at him daily. What the heck does he want with a girl like me?
I have no idea what I’m doing here. Sure, I’ve gone down on a guy a few times before, but only one other guy. I’m definitely not as skilled as Brett. Here I am, talking myself out of being with him. He wants me, and he just showed me how much. It's time for me to step it up, and show him how much I want him as well. No more stalling, I'm doing this.
I lean forward and begin kissing down his stomach. I can only hope what I'm about to do for him, will make him feel even half of the way he made me feel. When my mouth reaches the button of his jeans, I peek up at him through my lashes.
"Go ahead, Jess, you don't have to ask for permission. Don't do anything you’re not comfortable with. I enjoyed making you come. No payback is needed."
GAH! The things this man says to me. Suddenly, I can feel the heat between my legs again. I undo the button of his jeans and slide the zipper down. Lifting his hips, he makes it easier for me to pull them down his toned legs. I toss them aside, but I can't take my eyes off the tight boxer briefs. They hug his sculpted body and his very large, very obvious arousal. I swallow, but hesitate for only a moment. I don't want him to think I am doing this out of obligation. I'm doing this for the best reason of all, because I want to.
I slide his boxers down his legs and his hard-on bobs, lightly slapping his stomach when I release it. Oh my God, is it possible for a man to have a beautiful penis? Because I can find no other words to describe it. I never really thought about a man in that way before, but Brett is no ordinary man.
I bend down, and pepper light kisses over his abdomen. I can't help but smile when his muscles tense beneath me. With a quick breath, he relaxes back on the bed, placing his hands under his head so he can see me. Slowly moving down towards his hard-on and mimicking Brett's earlier move, I kiss the insides of this thighs. I’m rewarded with a softly whispered curse word.
Letting the saliva pool in my mouth, I run my tongue up his length and wrap my lips around the tip. He lets out a groan, and it gives me all the encouragement I need. I wrap the other hand around the base of his shaft, and slowly take him inside my mouth. When I feel him hit the back of my throat, I pull back slowly. Adjusting my hand so it’s wrapped where my mouth stops, I bob my head up and down a few times to get him nice and wet.