I offer her whatever she wants and she chooses to give me a blowjob? Plus let me come in her mouth?
Yeah. I’ll give her that.
“Give me a minute,” I tell her. I climb out of bed and head for the unlit bathroom, removing and depositing the used condom in the trashcan. I catch the shadow of my reflection in the mirror and I blink once. Twice. Still can’t really see myself.
But I know I must have a satisfied smile on my face. I can feel it there, tugging on the corners of my mouth. Yeah, I moved too fast just now, but she came too. As long as my woman gets hers, that’s all that matters. I’m not a selfish lover.
I’ve definitely never been a selfish lover with Amanda.
I slip back into the bedroom to find her on her hands and knees near the edge of the mattress. She smiles when our gazes meet. “Come here,” she tells me.
I do as she says, mesmerized by the way she wags her hips, her perfect ass. Seeing her completely naked on my bed waiting for me is blowing my mind. My cock twitches, and I know I’ll be hard again in a matter of minutes, though only a moment ago, I wasn’t sure if I had it in me. That orgasm I just experienced fucking drained me.
Or so I thought.
The moment I’m close enough to touch her, she rises to her knees, her fingers reaching for me, curling around my dick. Her touch brings me to life, and I’m erect in seconds, a stifled groan escaping me when she strokes me up. Then down.
“You like that,” she observes, her fingers tightening around the top of my dick, squeezing hard. I taught her that long ago. That she never had to be scared of hurting me. Girls were always too tentative around the dick and balls area. Always afraid they might do some damage, when really us guys want them to be a little stronger. A little rougher.
“I like anything you do to me,” I tell her, which is the absolute truth.
Her gaze flicks up to mine. “I want to try something different.”
My brows shoot up, curiosity filling me. “What is it?”
She releases her hold on me and I take a step back, watching as she rearranges herself on the bed, but I can tell that’s not exactly what she wants. She slides off the bed, her naked butt plopping down on the floor so she’s leaning against the mattress and box spring, her nape right on the edge of the bed, legs crossed. She licks her lips and tilts her head back.
“Come closer,” she urges with a sexy smile.
I move toward her and she grabs hold of me, guiding my cock toward her open mouth. The moment I make entry, I close my eyes, an agonized moan escaping as the wet warmth surrounds me.
Fuck, she feels good.
Her lips are tight as she sucks and licks, and I open my eyes. This is a must-see. Something I never thought would happen again. Amanda on the ground in front of me, my cock in her mouth. I bend my knees a little, sliding deeper, as deep as she’ll let me, and then I start to fuck her mouth in earnest. I dive my fingers into her hair, messing up her braid, clutching her head, steadying myself. Her fingers curl around the base of my dick, holding me there, squeezing me, and I swear to God, this is like every fucking dream I’ve had over the six years since she walked out of my life.
And now it’s actually happening.
I increase my pace, hips flexing, a growl leaving me. Her eyes meet mine, her gaze dark, her tongue flicking at the head of my dick again and again, and then an agonized cry leaves me. Just like that, I’m coming. Spurting on her tongue, dumping my load, all of those crude terms you can come up with for coming in a girl’s mouth, it’s all happening right now, and she’s swallowing every last drop. I’m fucking coming until my stomach muscles heave and I’ve got nothing else left inside of me.
My legs weak, I pull out of her mouth and collapse on the bed, rolling onto my stomach, my arms above my head as I close my eyes. My heart is racing, my breaths shallow, and I swallow hard, trying my damnedest to calm myself down.
I hear her moving, the mattress creaking when she joins me on the bed, and then she’s right there lying next to me, her hand on my shoulder, her fingers softly stroking.
“You okay?” She sounds worried.
I bury the laugh against my comforter and roll over on my side so I’m facing her. “I think you might’ve killed me dead.”
A smile teases her lips. “You look very much alive to me.”
“Just barely.” I hook my arm around her waist and pull her in close to me. “Thank you.”
I drop a kiss on her lips before she asks, “For what?”
“For that epic blowjob.”
“It only lasted a few minutes.” Now she sounds disappointed.
“You make me come too fast,” I tell her.
“You make that sound like a bad thing.”
“Not to me.”
“Not to me either.”
“Glad we’ve been agreeing on everything tonight,” she says with a yawn as she stretches against me, her breasts rubbing against my chest. My dick stirs, and I mentally tell it to calm the fuck down.
“You want to stay the night?” I brace myself for her rejection. She has to work tomorrow. So do I. But I’ll get up early for her. Take her back to her place so she can shower and change, get ready for her day.
She’s worth the lack of sleep.
Amanda blinks up at me. “You don’t mind?”
I brush the hair away from her face, then reach behind her to grab the end of her mostly destroyed braid and pull the elastic off. Her hair is an absolute mess thanks to me. “Why would I mind? I asked you, didn’t I?”
“But you like your privacy,” she says, leaning her head to the side so I can finish undoing her messy braid.
“You can invade my privacy anytime you want.” I finish undoing the braid, then run my fingers through her silky hair, combing it until the tangles are gone.
“Really?” Her voice is soft. Her eyes are closed as I continue to play with her hair. She always did like that.
“Yeah. Give me more blowjobs like that and you’re in for life,” I tell her.
She laughs. So do I. She thinks I’m joking.
I’m not.
It’s not just the blowjobs. It’s the girl. Woman. After the incredible moment we just shared, it reconfirms my feelings. I want her back.
For good.