Being in a relationship with a man who preferred to control my every action left little room for me to make decisions sexually; or otherwise for that matter. The last eight months had left me feeling sexually frustrated, and although I had looked so forward to the relief once the day came, I was somewhat apprehensive about everything.

I wouldn’t trade Blake or what we had together for anything, and I truly believed we stumbled into each other by design, but thinking I was the more promiscuous one of the couple left me feeling awkward and not much like a girl.

I wanted him to take charge, but I realized having him do so was all but impossible for so many reasons. So, I swallowed my pride, set aside my selfish thoughts, and decided to take the reins for at least a little while.

“Okay, if anything happens that freaks you out or creeps you out, just say so and we’ll stop,” I said.

He nodded his head and laughed lightly. “I’ll be fine.”

“You say that, but…”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Okay,” I said. “This isn’t a contest, and you won’t be graded. I’ll tell you what I like or if something’s weird, and you do the same, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Uhhm. Get undressed,” I said as I waved my hand in his direction.

“Everything?” he asked.

I grinned at the thought of seeing him naked. “Yeah, toss it.”

He nodded his head. It seemed almost like some weird dream, thinking we hadn’t seen each other naked and we’d been seeing each other for almost six weeks. The time had come, however, and I was more than ready. As I watched him fumbling with his belt, I pulled off my shirt, bra, and started to take off my shorts.

As I pushed my shorts past my hips, I glanced in his direction. With his jeans now around his ankles and his boxers slightly above them, his cock stood at full attention. It appeared Blake was as ready as I was for whatever we decided to do. I stood for a moment and stared at him.

As he stood there holding his shirt in his hand, covered in tattoos with his biceps bulging, his broad chest heaving from his breathing, and his washboard stomach tapering to the little “V” thing he had going on at his waist, I decided quickly it was time to move forward.

“Okay,” I said as I shoved my shorts down my legs hurriedly. “First things first.”

“Okay,” he said.

He had shared with me since our discussion at Waterfront that his sexual experiences consisted of masturbation, watching videos, and enjoying the one time I had sucked his cock. Sexually speaking, that had been it for him. He had zero experience, and in addition, he was a little apprehensive considering his past.

I pointed to my bed.

I pointed to the bed and wagged my finger. “Lay on your back.”

He tossed his shirt on the pile of clothes at his feet. His tattooed chest, well-defined abs, and slim waist were enough to have my mouth watering and my pussy dripping.

“Okay, so you’ve seen videos. Have you ever seen one of a guy licking pussy?” I asked.

He nodded his head. “Yeah, a bunch of times.”

“Okay, well. That’s the first step. Sex always starts with a good pussy licking. Always,” I said.

I viewed his lack of experience as a chance for me to begin our sexual relationship with the processes and procedures in place that should be a prerequisite to sex anyway.

“Okay,” he said.

I raised my index finger in the air and tried to keep from grinning. “Kissing, oral sex, and then penetration. And always in that order.”

He nodded his head and positioned himself on the bed on his back. With his cock sticking straight up in the air it was almost as if he was begging me to use him. As much as I wanted to just climb on top of him and reverse cowgirl him into a fucking coma, I did my best to follow my own rules.

I sat down on the edge of the bed, reached for his cock, and stroked it in my hand.

“This is just bullshit foreplay, it’s allowed,” I giggled as I leaned forward and kissed him.

I was beyond ready. As much as I enjoyed kissing Blake, as far as I was concerned, I had six-weeks experience at doing so, and six weeks of sexual torture from not having sex. I kissed him for three or four minutes, which in my mind was three or four minutes too damned long.

“Stay right where you are. I’m going to climb on top of you and push my butt in your face. It might seem weird, but it’ll work out pretty good, really. Just finger me and lick my pussy. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it right,” I said.

He nodded his head.

This is ridiculous.

I straddled him, inched my way backward, and raised my ass in the air slightly. As I stared down at his twitching cock, he wasted no time getting started.

Holy shit.

I grabbed his cock in my hand, stroked it a couple times, and wrapped my lips around it. As he sucked and licked my pussy like he had some kind of formal training, I bucked my hips back and forth, fucking his mouth like he’d paid me to do so.

His tongue flicked across my swollen nub with precision while his finger worked in and out of my wetness. In return of the favor, I sucked his dick hesitantly and attempted to shift my focus to him licking my pussy.

As much as I enjoyed sucking his dick, the selfish side of me realized if I continued, and succeeded at making him reach climax, the sex would be over for a while. For the sake of my sanity, and to assure I reached climax from his oral procedures beforehand, I decided to suck his cock as slowly as I was able.

This process worked and worked well until…

Holy shit he can lick a pussy…

“Oh fuck. Keep doing that. Right there,” I howled.

I held still while he nibbled on my clit and finger fucked me into a slight state of paralysis.

I arched my back and pushed my pussy against his mouth while he tongue-fucked me into an orgasm; not because I wanted to, but because I could do nothing else. I was frozen in time, space, and sexual bliss. As he continued to educate himself on the art of oral pleasure, I squealed out loud and covered his face in my wet juices.

I did my very best to hold still and wallow in the feeling for as long as I could.

“Don’t move,” I whispered. “You made me cum.”

“Okay, he said.

“You ever heard of reverse cowgirl?” I asked as I slid my pussy along his ripped mid-section.

I sat up on his hips, staring down at his thick cock. There was no need for any further explanation. People had been fucking long before there was a means of communicating verbally, and doing so without any problems that I’d ever heard of. I needed to feel his fat cock inside of me and I didn’t feel a need to explain how, why, or where. 

I glanced over my shoulder, grinned, and reached toward his cock. After gripping it firmly in my hand, I lifted my ass slightly and guided it into my swollen wet pussy as I lowered myself onto the tip.

As I felt it begin to penetrate me, I pressed my hands onto his thighs and arched my back.

“Watch. It helps, really,” I said over my shoulder.

I had no idea if he heard me or not. I was all too eager to get started. Without warning, preparation, or any idea of how well his thick oversized shaft was going to fit inside of me, I began to work my hips like a stripper on a pole.

His cock felt like it was in my chest. I exhaled a loud moan out into the room, took a deep breath, and began my journey to achieve another much needed orgasm at Blake’s expense.

As I squeezed his thighs in my hands and bucked my hips back and forth, his thick shaft worked in and out of my tight wet pussy no differently than if it had been fashioned solely for my delight.

A matter of a few seconds and no more than three or four strokes into the affair, his cock begin to swell. It was all I needed. I relaxed, slowed my pace, and attempted to milk him of his juices. As I felt him begin to erupt inside of me, I gripped his legs in my hand, bit my lip, and arched my back.

“Oh my God,” he growled as his cock swelled to twice its size.

And he exploded.

“Holy…”

“Fuck…” I bellowed.

The orgasm felt as if it came from my deep within my pussy, which was something I wasn’t used to. Orgasms in my past were more of a sensation of my skin and outer region, but this felt as if it developed inside my soul.

From my nipples to the tip of his deeply situated cock, my body tingled. I blinked my eyes repeatedly, fully expecting something to change, but it didn’t. Satisfied I had truly found my mate, and Blake had found his calling in life, I lifted my throbbing pussy from his slowly diminishing rod and collapsed onto his legs, chest down.

“That was incredible,” I said, my face resting on his thigh.

He raised himself up on his elbows slightly. “It was awesome.”

I tilted my head to the side, turned to face him, and grinned. Looking at him from my vantage point allowed me to glance all the way up his torso, seeing his each and every well-defined muscle. At the top of his mid-section, his swollen chest heaved up and down.

I glanced to the side at his tattooed arms. The tattoos on his sweat-covered biceps glistened as he situated his arms. He gazed down at me and grinned.

“How uhhm. How long until we can do it again?” he asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Until we can fuck again?” he asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.

I made a feeble attempt to shrug my shoulders. “Uhhm, whenever you can get it up.”

“Okay. Give me a few minutes,” he said.

My eyes widened considerably. “You’re not done?”

He chuckled and shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair again. “Done? No, I’m not done. But I may have some bad news.”

“Uhhm, huh? Bad news?”

He grinned and nodded his head. “The next time I visit Doc Racine, I’m going to have to tell him I’m a sex addict, and this time I won’t be lying.”

I grinned in return.

Thank God.