“Anna, you’re holding my rock-hard dick in your hand. What part of any of this do you think I’m not enjoying?”
I coughed to stifle the laughter bubbling in my throat. “Right.”
“Now, stop second-guessing yourself and just do whatever you want.”
Throwing caution and inhibition to the wind, I intuitively gave his swollen member a tight squeeze. He moaned under his breath, and the sound alone filled me with a renewed sense of confidence. It confirmed that I could elicit a response from him at will. A very positive one at that.
I caressed him slowly in what I deemed a vaguely sensual manner—something I observed on the DVDs I’d watched. He lay quietly, eyes still closed, while I touched him intimately, calculating every robotic move I made. My touches became more fluid as my fingers traced over his thickness and I delighted myself in the bumps and ridges under the smooth, silky skin.
“You’re so hard,” I said, then blushed a little as I realized I spoke out loud. “I mean, you have a lovely, um…” Damn. I still can’t say dick out loud.
I found certain motions took him to a higher aroused state. Direct contact made him grow thicker and longer, which I hadn’t thought possible, while my hand pumping his shaft deepened the color of his helmet. Every moan, every grunt he released, hit me low and deep, sending ripples of pleasure cascading throughout my body. Then I tried this contract and release variation on him that I’d read about.
A quiver ran through him and his eyes flew open, wild and burning with need and desire. “Don’t overdo it,” he managed to say, “or this demonstration won’t last very long.”
I smiled sweetly at him, but a dirty little giggle left my lips. I couldn’t help it. I loved the look of immense pleasure in his eyes.
At this point, I felt like an artist, harvesting my creativity and experimenting freely with his “materials.” And my eagerness to please didn’t want to lessen the severity of his symptoms. Nope, I wanted to magnify them, even though I knew his self-control would be tested.
So I sloped my hand underneath him, investigating the underside. His stomach flattened as I cradled him, cupping his balls in my palm and savoring the different textures while kneading him gently. Then, in slow motion, I leaned forward and dropped my moistened lips over the tip of him, tasting him for the first time.
A guttural moan left his lips. “Oh, Christ.”
Then he groaned as I dragged my lips all the way down until his head hit the fleshy part of my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his hand fist my comforter. “Anna…you don’t…have to do that.”
I pulled my head up, allowing my lips to linger just over him, and he sucked in a breath. “I want to,” I whispered and lowered my head again.
My tongue swirled around the head, and my lips tightened around his shaft, working their way back down to the base of his penis. He breathed heavily and twisted his fingers into my hair. Judging by his hesitation, I could tell he was resisting the urge to thrust upward into my awaiting mouth. Damn, he’s really struggling…and I love it!
Instead, he pulled me back firmly. “You have to stop. Now!”
I blinked. “Was that okay?”
“Darlin’, that was a hell of a lot better than just okay. Jesus. I have a strong desire to spank you right now. But I think I need to steer my thoughts to something pure for the time being or this little experiment of ours is going to end with an explosion.” He released a heavy sigh, then said, “Where the hell did you learn to do that, anyway?”
It was a rhetorical question, and was obviously meant as a compliment, but I smiled proudly as I answered him. “I practiced.”
Cowboy bolted upright and fire flashed in his eyes. “What? With who?”