Page 44 of Teach Me How
She pops my dick out of her mouth, running her hand along the length. “How?”
“Just kind of… cup them. Roll them around a little. You can lick them, if you want.”
She bends her head, drawing a pointed tongue down the center of my balls. I grunt, hips thrusting involuntarily towards her. “Yes. Good girl. That’s it.”
She returns to my shaft, taking the head past her lips. She sucks until her cheeks hollow out, taking another inch in the process. I can feel that I’m close to the back of her tongue. “That’s good there, baby. You don’t need to try to deep throat.”
Her eyes meet mine, challenge sparking in them. I run my hand along her soft hair. “Next time. If you want. That’s Blow Jobs 102.”
She pulls back, my head comes out of her mouth with an audiblepop. She makes a fist around my shaft, drawing up and down the length. She takes my hand and molds it over hers. “Show me how you like it.”
Taking a shaky breath, I guide her fist. Quick and fast on the upstroke, slow and tight back down. She looks up at me with hooded eyes. “I want to watch you do it one of these days.”
“You want to watch me jerk off?”
She nods, stretching her free hand across my stomach. Her nails draw soft lines as she drags her hand back. My hand curves around hers as she jacks me off. Bending her head, she lets her tongue swirl over my balls.
“Take it in your mouth.”
“Your balls?”
“Yes.”
She tilts her head. “Too big.”
“It’s not. I swear.”
She gives me a sly smile. “What about my teeth?”
I chuckle. “Don’t bite down.”
She opens wide, sucking one of my balls into her mouth and my hips jump. “Fuck.” I tighten my hand around hers, encouraging her to pick up the speed. “That’s so fucking good, baby.”
I fist the edge of the couch, feeling like I’m being sucked into a vortex. Having Reese’s hand on me, her mouth on me, is making my eyes want to roll back in my head.
I won’t last much longer at this rate, which is okay, because I don’t want to wear her out. Threading my fingers through her hair, I caress the back of her head. Releasing my hold on her hand, I try to sit up a little. “I’m close though, babe. You better back up.”
She lets my ball pop out of her mouth. Straightening, she takes my shaft back in her mouth.
It’s getting really hard to focus. To form coherent words. “You don’t need to do that.”
“Shh.” She whispers. Her pursed lips next to my shaft may be permanently branded in my memory. “I want to see what you taste like.”
“Reese.” Her name is a plea. A prayer. She takes me back in her mouth, jerking me off just the way I like, and then I’m erupting, shooting ropes of cum across her tongue, filling her sweet, dirty-talking mouth.
Little shimmers of pleasure continue to spasm through me as I watch her try to swallow around my tip. Pulling me out of her mouth, her tongue runs up my shaft, catching the tendrils she missed.
She sits back, finally glancing up at my face. I’m not sure what she sees there, but I’m guessing a husk of a man. A smug look of satisfaction crosses her features. I reach down, wiping the drip of cum from her chin with my thumb. She catches my wrist and takes my thumb in her mouth, sucking it clean.
I groan in response. This girl… thiswomanhas excellent instincts. She doesn’t need my help at all.
She’s rocked my world every time I’ve been with her. But if I can give her a little confidence in the process, I’ll consider myself a lucky man.
I lean down, helping her to her feet. “Take those sweats off. Those sexy fucking panties, too.”
She grins, slowly tugging the waistband down. “Why?”
Growling, I reach forward and tug her into me. She’s giggling as I flip her onto her back. Sinking into the cushions, she raises her hips, letting me tug her pants off.