At that, she stares down, her eyes widening. “It looks painful.”
“Whose fault is that?”
She sits up and the sheet falls away, exposing her tits that my eyes automatically go to. I love how comfortable she is in her nakedness around me. She doesn’t even attempt to hide from me anymore. “Mine?”
“Yes, it is. And do you know what that means?”
She shakes her head, even though her eyes are shining, still exploding with bright green.
“It means you’ll take care of it.”
Her teeth sink into the corner of her lip. “I will?”
“Get my dick out, Gwyneth.”
She scrambles between my legs, her small hands fumbling with my zipper, then my boxer briefs until she has my thick erection between her hands.
“What do I do now?” She stares from my dick to my face, and it’s that trust again. She trusts me to tell her what to do and she’ll follow through with it. No questions asked.
“Now, you put those pretty lips on it and suck.”
She strokes me a few times from bottom to top, and I grunt. My dick is turning harder with each of her innocent movements. But there’s nothing pure about the look in her eyes.
“I’ve always wanted to do this.” She licks her lips. “I’ve practiced.”
A red mist covers my vision at the image of her sucking someone else. The picture of her opening these lips to that kid with the not-some-normal bike hits me with fucking violence.
It’s illogical, doesn’t make any fucking sense, but it’s there and it’s starting a fire in my chest.
“You practiced?” I ask with a calm I don’t feel.
“Yeah, why do you think bananas are my favorite fruit? But you’re bigger…and…I don’t think I can take you all in. But I want to.” She bows her head and licks the crown of my dick and the drop of precum.
I suck in a harsh breath when she stuffs me into her mouth, taking as much of me as possible as she sucks and hollows her cheeks. Her movements are inexperienced, but that in itself is a fucking turn-on. What she lacks in experience, she makes up for with pure enthusiasm.
Her head bobs up and down as she sucks and licks, and I grab her by those strands, my hand fisting into them.
As if my hold spurs her on, her movements become longer yet out of control. She keeps her pace, on and on with her fingers fondling my balls.
“Fuck,” I grunt. “I love your mouth, Gwyneth.”
She quickens her pace and I use her hair to keep her in place as I rock my hips, hitting the back of her throat.
She sputters and chokes, but she doesn’t attempt to push me away. If anything, she encourages me. She opens her lips the widest possible and lets me fuck her mouth.
And I do it. I thrust forward until the friction is unbearable, until all my blood rushes to where her skin meets mine, where she’s handing me the reins to use her mouth any way I see fit.
My back muscles tighten with each jerk of my hips and I can feel the orgasm ripping through my balls.
Before I know it, a growl echoes in the air as I empty down her throat.
“Don’t swallow it all,” I order as I pull my dick out of her wet heat.
She stares at me with those eyes that I always feel the urge to see in order to gauge her mood through them.
“Keep my cum in that mouth.”
She clamps her lips shut and a trail of cum streaks down her chin. I sit up and pull her toward me by the arm and then my mouth is on hers.
I thrust my tongue inside and drink my cum from her mouth. It’s mixed with her now and it tastes like vanilla. I never even thought about doing this before, but it’s another thing that’s exclusive to her.
The girl who’s currently writhing against me, her naked tits glued to my chest as she kisses me back and lets me drink myself from her.
She lets me drink what I did to her.
And I kiss her harder, faster, long after my taste is gone, and it’s all her now. Fucking vanilla and ice cream and cupcakes.
I pull away when she’s wheezing, her neck red and her pulse thundering. Fuck. I was so engrossed in the act that I forgot to let us breathe.
She stares at me, her lips swollen and parted and so damn tempting. “You kissed me back.”
“Huh?”
“I thought you never would. Kiss me, I mean.”
“That wasn’t kissing. That was snowballing.”
“I love that. Snowballing. Let’s do it more.”
“You’re not vanilla, after all.”
“Not with sex, I guess.”
“How do you know that?”