Chapter Sixteen
Terra
During my father’s incarceration, my days were consumed with bouts of crying, attempting to gain control of my emotions, and a lot of sleeping. Michael’s life consisted of working, reviewing legal documents, and running the family’s business.
Intimacy was absent.
I don’t know that I missed it. At the time, it would have seemed out of place.
Now that everything was back to normal, I realized just how much I did, in fact, miss it.
Michael walked out of the bedroom. I glanced up from the television, and noticed he was dressed in sweats, and an old tee shirt.
“You look cute.”
“I look like I’m headed to the gym,” he said. “But thanks.”
“No, you look cute. I like it when you wear sweats.”
“Why?”
“Because I can see your dick when you walk. It’s fun.”
“Fun?”
“Uh-huh.”
He sat down beside me. “What are you watching?”
I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
I glanced down at his lap. “Your dick. I’m watching it.”
I stared into his lap for a moment. Slowly, the material started to rise.
“It’s moving.”
“You’re staring at it.”
“It can’t see me.”
“No, but I can.”
“Are you telling it to move?”
“It does it on its own.”
I looked up. “All by itself?”
He twisted his mouth to the side. “Uh-huh.”
“Huh. I thought you guys made them do that.”
“Not really.”
I glanced at his crotch, and then gasped. “Jesus!”
“What?”
His cock was pointing straight up at the sky. “It’s, um. It’s excited.”
“You keep looking at it. Then, I start thinking. And then, my mind goes somewhere it shouldn’t. Next thing I know—” He glanced downward. “This happens.”
I reached over, untied the drawstring, and started wiggling the sweats down. After reaching his hips, there was nothing else I could do.
“Don’t help,” I said with a laugh. “I mean, if you were thinking about it.”
I stood up and knelt in front of him. “Lift your butt up.”
He arched his back and straightened his knees. “There. Pull on ‘em.”
I pulled them to his ankles, then past his feet, and tossed them aside. My eyes fell to his lap. His throbbing cock reminded me of just how much I’d been missing. With my eyes fixed on it, I reached toward the stiff shaft.
I wanted it to be about him, and not me. I wanted him to know just how much I appreciated his hard work, his dedication to my father, to the family, and to me.
I stroked up and down the soft skin. “I want to suck your cock.”
“I’m not going to fight with you. I’m too tired.” He chuckled. “So, go ahead.”
“I’m just telling you. No sex. Just a blow job.”
“I’ll fuck you if I want to.”
“No. Just a blow job.”
“We’ll see,” he said.
Having our lives return to normal was going to be a process, and I realized that. As odd as it seemed to admit, having Michael’s cock in my mouth was an assurance that we were on the right track. Having reached the point that intimacy was a part of our lives caused me to ache from places it seemed I’d forgotten existed.
I inched my way between his thighs, licked the tip, and then took a few inches of him into my mouth.
I met his gaze.
He grinned.
After a few practice runs, I forced all of him that I was able into my throat. And then, again. And, again. And, again. I met his gaze with watering eyes.
“Give it up,” he demanded.
I pulled my mouth free and swallowed. “What?”
“Bend over.”
“Let me—”
He wiggled in his seat, and pointed to his side. “Bend over.”
“Give me five minutes.”
“Two.”
I widened my eyes. “Three.”
“Two and a half.”
I grinned. “Okay.”
He looked at his watch. “There’s no way you’ll make me come in two and a half minutes.”
“Tell me when.”
He gazed at his watch, pushed a button, and smiled. “Go!”
I engulfed his cock, and started sucking as if my life depended on it. Banging the tip against my throat with each downward stroke of my mouth, I fought against the clock to prove my point, and my abilities.
I cupped his balls and began softly massaging them.
Eager to make him come, I continued my open-mouthed assault on his stiff dick, hoping I could bring him to climax before he told me to stop.
As I pressed his cock against my throat, I met his gaze. I knew it made him weak when I looked him in the eyes while I sucked him off, because he made the mistake of telling me.
He grinned and closed his eyes.
I forced my mouth further, and growled, or did my best to growl with a mouthful of cock.
And then...
Pop.
His entire cock popped past whatever in my throat had always obstructed it, and the entire length went into my mouth.
His eyes shot wide.
I pressed my lower lip against his balls, met his gaze, and then slowly lifted my mouth up his shaft.
While he stammered I tried again.
Pop.
His eyes widened.
He knew he was in trouble. He glanced at his watch.
I continued. Over, and over, I took his entire length into my throat until I was breathless, and then after taking a breath, did it again.
With him deep in my throat, and his balls against my bottom lip, I pressed my tongue against the bottom of his cock, and then attempted to jack him off with my mouth.
A few seconds into my experiment, his muscles tensed.
Then, his breathing became labored.
I wanted desperately to satisfy him.
Please, for me.
Do it, Michael.
He let out a moan, arched his back, and burst his excitement into my throat.
I pulled my mouth away, gulped a breath, and took his length into my mouth again.
“Goddamn it, Terra. Stop!”
I didn’t bother acting like I’d even heard his request. I continued to suck and slurp until every drop of cum was gone.
Then, I lifted my head.
“How’d I do?”
He looked confused. “Huh?”
I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. “What’s the time?”
“Two minutes and ten seconds. Give or take.”
I grinned and then stood. “Don’t ever doubt me again.”
“I wasn’t doubting you; I was just—”
I shot him a glare, and arched an eyebrow.
“I’ve been saving that little trick for a while,” I said. “And, I’ve got a lot more of them up my sleeve, mister.”
“You’ve been saving that all this time?”
I nodded. “Yep.”
“Jesus,” he gasped.
“Precisely.” I sat down beside him and crossed my arms. “Don’t question me again.”
Having our sexual relationship on the mend filled me with hope. For the first time in months, I felt like we were in a loving relationship again. I realized it wasn’t our only connection, but it was one of them that I truly enjoyed. I looked straight ahead and tried not to smile. I had no idea what happened to allow me to deepthroat his entire length, but it happened, nonetheless. Now that it had, I was pretty sure I could duplicate it again.
If not, I was confident I could come up with something else he enjoyed just as much.
But I might need more than two and a half minutes to do it.