“Ok, so what do I do? I just…” I hold the tube and my nose as he did and sniff back, watching to see if he approves of the way I’m demonstrating it.
“Yes. That’s exactly how,” he says quietly, watching me intently, the lights of room dancing in his eyes as he seems to take great delight in introducing me to more of his world. “Here,” he says softly, taking my hair in his hands and holding it back for me. “You don’t want powder in your hair.”
I smile at his kind gesture and lean forward, pausing slightly as I look at the neat rows laid out in front of me. Do I really want to do this? Do I really want to become the kind of girl who just takes whatever she is given? Do I even have a choice right now?
Deciding, once again, to tell my mind to shut up. I place the tube in my nose and press my other nostril shut.
Then I sniff. Hard.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, as the powder shoots up my nostril and into my sinuses.
I wait, and wonder how long it’s going to take to work. Jeff watches me intently, searching for some kind of reaction. Then it hits me. I drop my head against the back of the couch and breathe. I’m alive. A few moments ago, I wasn’t. Right now, I’m alive.
“Feels great, right?” Jeff comments, taking the tube off me and leaning forward to sniff another line himself.
“It feels. It feels like joy, like bliss, like everything you hear Heaven is.”
Jeff laughs. This huge belly laugh erupts out of him as he lays back next to me, staring up at the ceiling. “Come into the bedroom. I’ll show you what Heaven is.”
As we stand he takes me in his arms and pulls me towards him, grasping my face on either side with both his hands. For a moment, he just stares at me. My tongue snakes out to wet my lips. I want nothing more right now than to feel his mouth on mine.
In this moment, I feel like I’ve won. I don’t know what, but it feels like it’s something wonderful, something amazing. My heart feels full to bursting, and I want Jeff. I want Jeff so much it hurts my heart.
The moment his lips touch mine. I wrap my body around his, clinging to him, pressing myself against him in a wonton move, I’ve never imagined myself doing. Surprisingly, I have this want to feel him inside me. It’s a need, a desire, screaming from within, as my body takes over my mind, crying to be filled. Right now, I feel like he’s the only thing that can fill it.
I break my lips away and whisper, with great abandon, in his ear. “I want to know what your cock feels like inside my mouth. I want to know what your semen tastes like. I want to make you come like you made me come the first night.”
I lower my legs to the ground and slide down his body, dragging my hands along his torso and down to his waist, in what I imagine is a very sexy movement. I glance up at him and see him watching me, a playful grin on his face as he winds his fingers through my hair and nods at me, letting me know that I’m doing the right thing.
With confident fingers, I undo the button of his jeans and slide them down to just below his waist. I can see the firmness of his cock protruding through his boxes and waste no time releasing it. Marvelling at the spring, as it bounces from its confines.
Jeff is still holding my head, and he nudges his tip against my lips. I snake my tongue out and lick the end, tasting a slick saltiness. Suddenly, I feel hungry. I want him inside my mouth. I want to run my teeth up and down his length. I want to drink him.
As I open my mouth, he pushes inside. I slide my tongue around his shaft and suck hard. It's as if I’m milking him. He pushes in further, and it’s a little more than I can take. I raise my hand to grasp the rest of his cock as I work my head back and forth and take as much of him in as I can.
“More Paige,” he pants, moaning as I suck and lick. “Take it in more.”
He pushes to the back of my throat, and my eyes prick with water. I let out a slight strangled noise as he pushes in again. It’s too far.