Page 21 of Homestead

I don’t actually know if he’s big or small or average. All I know is he feels large in my hand and my mouth. There’s too much of him to fit in my mouth, and it makes me nervous when the tip is close to my throat, so I don’t try to get him any deeper. I suck on the part of him I can handle, and he gives another little buck with his hips.

It startles me, but I also like it. It feels like a helpless gesture. Like he’s enjoying it so much he can’t control it.

I suck some more. Feel around with my hand, rubbing the base of his cock and his balls and hoping he’s not disappointed by my amateur technique.

His thighs and stomach muscles have tightened palpably. He’s breathing raggedly, and one hand has moved to grab a bunch of my hair. “Fuck,” he gasps with a roll of his pelvis. “Fuck, Chloe. You keep doin’ that and I can’t… I can’t… Oh fuck!”

Something suddenly changes in his body. Dramatically. His legs twitch, and he chokes on a loud, wordless sound, and his cock pulses in my mouth.

Then there’s suddenly spurt after spurt of ejaculate in my mouth.

I cough and straighten up. I can’t help it. For a moment it feels like I might choke. He’s not done coming, so some of his semen ends up on my shoulder.

“Fuck,” he rasps again. “I’m real sorry. Didn’t expect to lose it so soon. You okay?”

“Yeah.” It only takes a minute for my heart to settle and my throat to clear. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?” He’s staring at me again, intently focused even in the dark.

“Yeah. Did you… Was that okay?”

“Okay? You kiddin’? That was amazin’. Why d’you think I lost it in thirty seconds like a horny teenager?”

I giggle, relieved and pleased that my attempts weren’t a total flop.

“Been a while since I done anythin’ like this,” he says. Then he waits like he’s expecting me to say something.

I have no idea what to say. It hasn’t been a while for me. It’s never happened for me before.

But for some reason I don’t want to tell him. He doesn’t necessarily know I’m a virgin, so maybe he’ll think I already know how to please him. That I really know what I’m doing.

The problem is, now that we did the blow job, I have no idea what to do next.

“Why don’tcha lie down,” he says. “I can do somethin’ for you.”

Well, that’s helpful. At least I don’t have to figure out the next step myself. I lie on my back, tucking the lower half of my legs under the covers since they’re a little chilly despite my socks. I gaze up at the dark shape of him rolling over and moving above me. My breath hitches.

He pauses halfway into lowering his head. “You nervous?”

Automatically I start to say no, but it’s pretty clear he can tell that would be a lie. “A little.”

“You don’t gotta be. I know I’m not the kind of guy you’re probably used to, but I’m not a selfish asshole. I’ll treat you real good. As good as I can.”

I lick my lips. I never thought he was an asshole, and I have no other guys that I’m used to. “Thank you.”

He continues moving down toward me, and for a minute I think he might kiss me, but he doesn’t. He strokes my face with his knuckles and then carefully pulls up my nightgown to expose my naked body.

It’s dark. Yes, he can probably see some of me. As much as I can see of him. But the details will be obscured.

“You’re real pretty,” he murmurs thickly, lightly touching one of my breasts.

I have no idea what to say to that. The compliment makes me feel good, and I like the sound of his voice. Husky. With a lot of texture that’s not normally there. “Thank you.”

“Don’t gotta thank me for every little thing, you know.”

“Oh.” My breath catches again when he strokes his fingertips against my right nipple. It triggers a little ripple of sensation I can feel in my belly and even lower.

He keeps playing with that breast, and it keeps feeling even better. Then he lowers his mouth to my left nipple. Flicks it with his tongue and then gives it a hard suck.

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