So I do, slowly, the way he did. He likes it when I kiss his neck and likes it more when I use my teeth on his chin and chest, nipping at the skin, pinching between my teeth. Every little bite makes his body spasm and his cock flare harder under me. As I slide down, his erection glides over my sweat-slick skin, stroking between my breasts as I sink down between his legs.
I rest my head on his thigh and stroke his manhood lightly, holding it gingerly in my fingers, surprised by the heat and the softness, like a layer of velvet over a steel rod. All sorts of urges fill me, things I’ve never felt drawn to before. I duck in quickly and touch my tongue to the spot where his balls meet his shaft, just a quick taste.
Surprised that I like it, I bring my lips there and give the base of his shaft an openmouthed kiss. He sings his praises with a soft moan and a tight squeeze of his fist in my hair, a sharp pull before he releases and strokes my head and neck as I work down and tickle my tongue between his balls, so hard and hot. He groans and I feel his shaft throb and pulse in my hand, growing larger and harder still.
I lay my tongue on the underside of his shaft and drag it all the way up, grinning at his hoarse moan of pleasure that turns into a deep sigh as I close my lips lightly around the head of his cock and suck, a quick pulse that makes his legs jerk. I settle between them and he squeezes my sides with his knees as I take him deeper in my mouth, my eyes growing lidded.
Never before did I really understand why girls would want to do this, but something about him is different. His cock on my tongue quivers and it’s like I can feel the pleasure I give him flowing back into my own body, buzzing in my lips. I can take his endowment no more than halfway before I sputter and gag, so I use my hand, too, stroking his shaft, wetting it with my spit so I can grip harder and feel the veins throbbing against my palm and fingers.
The slack look of pleasure on his face intensifies when he sees me looking up at him. He laughs when he sees my lips curl, sees me smiling around his cock even as my lips press tight to his shaft. It is funny, in a way. My whole body shakes with a silent giggle and I bob my head, his hot shaft sliding between my lips until my jaw aches, rolling over my tongue.
I taste salt and bittersweet in my mouth and realize he’s close. I’m not sure what to do, then I decide what I want and stroke him furiously until he bucks, thrusts into my mouth, and explodes. In that moment as he comes it’s like I own him, and he fills my mouth with his hot seed. As he settles I stroke his shaft hard, squeezing him dry.
I make sure I catch his eye before I rise up on my knees, my hands resting on his legs. I swallow hard, a thrill shooting through my body. He saw my throat work, he knows I just gulped down his load. I barely have time to flick my tongue around my lips and get a stray sticky drop before he seizes me almost painfully by the arms and pulls me down into a rough kiss that spills onto my throat and chest.
It’s like he didn’t come at all, he’s ready to fuck me. Overcome, I wriggle loose of his grip—partway, he won’t let go of me—and straddle him. My * aches to be filled, like my own body is pulling me down onto his shaft. I want him to see. I grip him with my hand and kneel, and stroke the thick head of his enormous cock back and forth, wetting it with my arousal, spreading my lips with his cock head. He leans up and watches, mouth open, his entire body tightening in anticipation, little thrusts jerking in my hand as he tries to reach inside me.
He finally has enough and grabs my hips and pushes down. I resist ever so slightly, my legs shaking as I savor the lust that drives him. He sits up and I tap his lips with my finger.
“Watch.”
He watches. I can feel myself spread around him, and then as he begins to fill me I struggle to keep my eyes open even as they un-focus and the world becomes a blur. The outside, the chill air of the castle and the silky sheets bunched under my knees, all of it disappears. The world is his hands on my hips, the throbbing hugeness that’s gradually filling me, a pleasure I never imagined shot through with a pinching pain that only makes me want it more.
I sink down until I’m sitting in his lap, impaled, his big cock speared into my body. I fall forward and lie on his chest, my back rounded by the big rod in my body, and gasp.
“Am I hurting you?”
I shake my head, because I don’t want him to hold back. He pushes on my hips, guiding me as I rock forward and back on top of him, every inch a new sensation. Oh God, this feels so good, how did I wait so long?