He rose to his feet, flushed, but satisfied that he had made her come like that. He now felt more comfortable letting her pleasure him, because if he didn’t ‘last’ he knew that she had reached at least one climax and that was fair in his mind. He slowly started to undo is own jeans. As the button popped, and the zip came down, she couldn’t help but focus her eyes on the bulge in the front her. She unconsciously licked her lips and felt her heartbeat quicken again in anticipation. As he lowered his jeans and underwear in one, and then straightened up, he felt slightly self conscious being this way in front of her – naked now, and fully erect – but at the same time he felt a thrill of being looked upon and lusted after.
He crawled onto the bed, the stiffness of his manhood flopping around a little, feeling ridiculous. He lay down on his back as she moved to kneel between his legs. While she looked into his eyes, she took his hard cock in her hands and gently began to massage and stroke it. Almost immediately, he felt a growing surge in his groin – the fact that a woman, this woman, was touching him in this way was overpowering. He kept his eyes on hers, but in his peripheral vision he could see her hand and painted nails working on him. She slowly lowered her head, all the while keeping her eyes locked on his, and kissed the tip of his member. Another surge of desire pulsed through him. Now it was his turn to start breathing deeper and slower as he anticipated the sensation of being taken into the mouth of this gorgeous creature. And he didn’t have long to wait. She finally took her eyes from him to concentrate on what she was going to do next, what she loved doing for a man, what she wanted to do to this man.
She ran her tongue from the base of his stiff manhood all the way to the tip once… then again… then on the third time she opened her mouth and enveloped him in her mouth. He groaned aloud, the feeling of heat, wet, a slight sucking sensation, filling his every sense. Oh God, she was good at this.
She slowly moved her head up and down, all the while gently sucking at him, one hand grasping the shaft, the other gently fondling his testicles. He couldn’t stop himself from swearing, gently, and reaching out to stroke the hair on her head. She varied the speed and tempo – sometimes speeding up, and then slowing right down so he could feel her drawing her lips slowly to the tip, before swallowing him again deep into her mouth. She began breathing heavily through her nose as she felt more heat begin to swell between her legs. The effect she was having on him, the taste of him, the unavoidable porn film connotations of the act she was performing, all combined to once again awake her own desire, so soon after being satiated herself. She took her hand from his sack and started to gently massage her clitoris, circular motions of her two middle fingers very quickly raising her own passion.
He didn’t want her to stop. He wanted her to stop. He didn’t want to come. He wanted to come.
He could feel himself start to lose control. His own hips now very gently moved in response to her motions, so that he was thrusting gently up toward her. She could feel his muscles tensing, knowing this meant that he was close to finishing. She started to moan from her throat, her hand rubbing herself becoming more fevered, her mouth working and head moving faster. He couldn’t control himself, he started to moan louder, calling out to God, calling her name, swearing to the ceiling.
With a final burst within him, he could bear it no longer. He cried out one last time as he fired his seed into her mouth. As she felt him climax, and felt his ejaculate hit her mouth she herself began to climax again, hand pressing at the most sensitive part of her. She cried out from her throat, not taking her mouth from him until she knew he was fully spent. Her climax wasn’t as intense as it was when he did for her, but it was still a fantastic feeling, being able to satisfy this man the way she had and be able to bring herself to orgasm.
She kept her mouth still, holding him inside it. She felt him begin to soften, and so with a swallow she slowly rose from kneeling before him.
They looked at each other. Him with affection, awe, wide-eyed admiration. She also with affection, but also satisfaction and a small amount of pride. She crawled up the bed toward him, and fell at his side to rest her head on his chest. She could feel his heart thumping, his chest heaving like a bellows. He had obviously enjoyed that.
And the night was still young.
Experimental Fiction 