Page 42 of Tasting Innocence

“Dex, oh my God!”

I slam my hands down and grab the comforter in my fists. “Shit!” I scream, dragging out the word.

Extreme ecstasy catapults me onto cloud nine as my body shatters, exploding with pleasure.

I feel like my body has a hundred aftershocks as Dex removes his finger. He moves up next to me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Holy shit,” I say, breathless. “You’re...yeah, that’s good.”

His chuckle is low and deep. He kisses the corner of my mouth. “No, you’re good. Mm.”

I roll to my side and look into his eyes. “You have to finish this time.” He tilts his head slightly, curious. “Teach me. Tell me what to do.”

A deep rumble in his throat as well as the flash of desire in his eyes lets me know he’s more than willing to comply, but I sense his hesitation by his lack of movement or words.

“Violet,” he finally says. “I don’t want to have you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” I answer honestly. “I want to. Let me do for you what you do for me.”

He runs a hand through his hair, pushing the locks back before he lies down on his back and lifts his arm. “Come here.”

I lay next to him, my head on his broad shoulder and my body pressed against his. He takes my hand and slowly drags it down his stomach and under the waistband of his shorts.

His lack of underwear takes me by surprise, but when he guides my hand to his erection, allowing me to wrap my fingers around him, I suck in a quivering breath.

I’ve always known I have dainty hands, but the fact that my fingers barely close around his shaft makes my eyes bulge.

Dex’s hand covers mine, moving my grip up and down. His length is warm and hard in my hand, yet his skin feels smooth in a way I didn’t expect.

With his free hand, he tugs down his shorts, allowing his erection to pop free and letting me get my first glimpse. My breathing turns erratic as I stare at our connected hands on his dick. When I turn my gaze to his face, I see his eyes close as he releases a groan.

He quickens the pace a little before removing his hand. “Just like that,” he breathes. His voice is low and husky, making my stomach clench.

As I stroke him, my eyes flicker between his cock and his face, and I’m not sure which picture turns me on more. His dick is impressive, but the pleasure painted on his face does something to me I can’t explain. When I look back at him in my hand, I imagine taking him into my mouth. I’ve never done it, but I’ve seen it in porn, and heard my friends talk about it. I don’t think it’ll be too bad, but more importantly, I want to do it. I want to experience it, but I also want to turn up the heat on him. I can do more than jack him off.

I make my move, getting on my knees and bending forward to lick around his tip.

“Violet,” he says with a gasp, like he’s shocked. “What’re you—”

I don’t let him finish whatever he’s gonna say, I drop a little lower and close my lips around the head of his cock.

His dramatic gasp would be funny if it was in any other situation, but it only fuels me to keep going. I want him breathless and desperate, and I want to be the one who brings him to that beautiful peak of ecstasy.

My tongue snakes out and twirls around the tip before I lower my mouth down his shaft, slowly taking more of his length between my lips.

Since I just bent over from where I was and didn’t move between his legs, my ass is up near his face, and soon, his hand lands on my cheek and he gives it a squeeze before his fingers travel to the wetness between my legs.

“Fuck, Violet,” he moans. I make a noise around his cock as his fingers run up and down my slit, making my body buck. “Hold on.”

I immediately pull away, afraid I did something wrong, but he just moves into a sitting position and taps the space in front of him.

His hand goes to his dick, giving it a few languid strokes as he watches me crawl between his legs. I bite my lip as I watch him touch himself. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’m gonna hold your hair out of the way, okay?”

I nod and reach out to take him in my hand again, my mouth descending his length once more as he gathers my hair, wrapping it around his hand, and keeping it at the back of my head. He doesn’t try to push me down further, but I love the feeling of his hand on me.

In this position, I feel a little more comfortable and take as much of him into my mouth as I can, keeping a grip on the base of his shaft. With every grunt, moan, and noise that he makes, wetness pools between my legs and I grow more desperate for him to come.