“Me?” His voice dropped by at least an octave.
I kissed first one flat brown nipple then the other, taking turns flicking my tongue across each. “Mm-hm.”
With the aid of my feet, I pushed down the sheet, shuffling slowly lower and lower. The line of each rib and the curve of each muscle. The indent of his belly button and those lines on either side, leading out to his hips. Soon enough I was face-to-face with his hard-on, which was straining the black cotton of his boxer briefs. I swear the man’s eyes were on fire, watching me do my thing.
Nothing was said. But then, nothing needed saying.
A large candy skull tattoo decorated his left side, the detail and colors amazing. Lines from an old Led Zep song covered his right. The man was a walking work of art.
He ever so helpfully raised his hips so I could slide his underwear halfway down his muscular thighs. I’d never really stopped and reflected, really gotten up close and personal in this manner with his cock. A damn shame. He was thick and long and ridged with veins, the wide, flat head just calling to my tongue. For now, though, I ran the flat of my thumb over the silken skin, feeling out the ridge and indent where the sweet spot sat.
Ben inhaled hard when I massaged it, his rib cage standing out. Man, he was beautiful. His vibrant eyes and the lines of those cheekbones. His perfect mouth and that beard. Whoa, that beard. The things it could do. If the man ever shaved it, I wasn’t putting out till it grew back.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, voice barely above a rumble.
I tightened my grip on his dick, enjoying the feel of him so smooth and hot against my palm. I pumped him once, twice. “Nothing.”
“You know, you act real nice, but you’ve got a bad girl streak in you. I like it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nice and slow I bent over, dragging my tongue across the flat head of his cock. Mm, salty pre-cum. Yummy.
“Playing with me like this, for starters.”
“You don’t like this?” I traced the ridge of his dick with the tip of my tongue before digging in deep to his sweet spot. The head fit into my mouth just fine—all the better to suck at him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, hips bucking, forcing himself further in.
I drew on him hard, sucking and slurping his thick cock, making a meal of him. There’d been no lie in me, I really was hungry. And pleasing my boyfriend was number one on the menu. I took him in as deep as I could go, trying to get my jaw slack. This would really require practice, given his size. Somehow, I doubt he’d mind.
On my hips above him, wearing only a thin tank top and panties, I gave him my all. If my technique was messy or somewhat technically lacking, Ben never mentioned it. I dragged my tongue back and forth up the length of him, tracing the veins and teasing the ridge. Then I opened wide and took him as deep as I could. Probably wasn’t much, but what I could take I made count. It was definitely one of those occasions were suction equaled love. Lots of love. The salty taste on my tongue and his moaning and the words of praise filling my ears confirmed this.
Giving head to Ben was great.
The big, hairy man was completely at my mercy. His hips started churning, obviously unable to hold back much longer, and I drew on him hard. He shouted, hands tangled in my hair, tugging just the right amount to wake up my scalp. That slight sting worked for me, big-time. He held me in place to take all of his cum. I swallowed as fast as I could, cleaning up the rest with tongue and fingers. He was mine, and taking care of him was definitely its own reward.
Cheeks pinked and rib cage working hard, he stared down at me in awe. I don’t know that what I’d done was so remarkable, but it was nice to be appreciated. The man certainly brought out my will to please. He looked cute right after he came. All dazed and befuddled, his face slack, at peace.
I climbed back up him, lying on my side on his chest. Immediately his arms came around me, holding on tight.
“Sorry I grabbed your hair, held you down,” he said, still breathing heavy. “Never done that before.”
“It was fine.”
“It’ll never happen again. Don’t know what the fuck came over me.”
“Hey,” I said, getting up on one elbow to look him in the face. Some serious panicky eyes there. “Ben, I liked it. I like that you were so into it, that I could do that to you, make you lose control a little.”
He just stared.
I gave him a smile and carefully rolled off. “I’m getting water. You need some?”
A nod. “You really didn’t mind?”
“I like being soft with you. I do. But I think getting a little rough with you now and then is fun too. I know we’re kind of limited with what we can do with baby on board.” I gave my belly a pat. “After, though?”
Another nod, this one downright enthusiastic, to the point where I was worried he might give himself whiplash. Seemed my man really did like to play.
“Great,” I said.
After all, what was the point of having a gorgeous, hulking big boyfriend if you weren’t willing to play with him? It was all just another healthy exploration of the bounds of our relationship. Us meshing in bed gave me good feelings. It gave me hope.
“I’ll look forward to it.” I gave him a wink.
I so had this girlfriend thing down. Go, me.