Page 42 of Strawberry Kisses

“It was cute,” he said. “Besides, laughing during sex is good. It means you’re having fun, and sex is supposed to be fun.”

“Are… are we going to have sex?” I asked as I climbed onto the bed, settling myself in the middle and quickly adjusting the pillows so my head didn’t get lost between them.

“If you’re asking if I’m going to fuck you, then no, I’m not.” Connor’s voice was matter-of-fact. “First, I don’t want to rush you into something you’re not ready for. And second, I didn’t bring any condoms or lube. This wasn’t something I’d imagined happening.”

“Are… are you…” I trailed off, not really sure what I was asking.

“Are you asking if I’m glad this is happening? Because, yes, I am. Are you?”

I nodded.

“Good.” He crawled onto the bed and into my lap, his hands cupping my jaw as his cock rubbed up against mine, the drag of the fabric across the sensitive skin driving me wild. I looked up into his eyes, completely under his spell. “Then no more talking. Well… less talking about mundane things.”

He kissed me again, and all my worries fell away. My hands reached for him, caressing the firm muscles of his thighs and sliding up to squeeze his ass, groaning into his mouth as I did. Every single touch sent heat coursing through me. I’d never thought I’d be able to touch Connor like this, and yet here he was. In my lap. In the tiniest pair of underwear I’d ever seen. It was like all my fantasies come true.

My cock throbbed in my boxers. I was already very aware that if Connor touched me, I wasn’t going to last long. There was a world of difference between this and my own hand. If I wasn’t careful, I was going to come in my underwear like some horny teen making out with their first boyfriend. I mean, the situation wasn’t entirely different. There was just at least ten to twelve years between mine and most other people’s first sexual experiences.

I had no idea when Connor had first done this with someone, and now wasn’t the time to ask. Why was I even thinking about this when I had the man of my dreams in my lap?

“Oh God.” I groaned as Connor circled his hips, grinding his cock against mine. His fingers slid down my chest and reached for my nipples, teasing the sensitive buds. Fuck. I’d never really played with my nipples much before. It had never really done anything for me. But apparently it did when it was Connor touching them. “Connor…”

“Yeah? You like that?”

“Y-yes.” I nodded, another whine sliding from my lips as he pinched a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Can I… can I touch you?”

“Of course, baby. I love having my nipples sucked. They’re so fucking sensitive.” I took that as an instruction. My hands gripped his hips as I lowered my mouth. I kissed across the smooth skin of his chest before taking one nipple into my mouth. “Fuck yes, baby. A little harder… Shit. Use your tongue. Fuck yes, Patrick. Just like that!”

My body thrummed at his praise. I desperately wanted to please him. I needed him to feel good. I slowly kissed my way across his pecs before sucking his other nipple into my mouth. Connor’s fingers twisted in my hair, his words an equal amount of encouragement and pleasure. I flicked my tongue over the hard nub, teased it with my teeth, then groaned as Connor ground down against me. He gently tugged my hair, pulling me back. Connor’s face was flushed, his lipstick smeared, and he’d never looked more beautiful.

“Fuck, darling. You’re a fast learner.” His skin was tinted pink and his chest was heaving. “So fucking good for me.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yes.” Connor grinned. It was wicked and hungry and made my body tense with anticipation. Whatever he was planning, I knew he was going to completely undo me. He rose gracefully, his feet still planted on either side of my thighs. His crotch was now directly in my line of vision, and I stared at the straining blue fabric before me. God, I wanted to touch him.

“You can touch me,” Connor said as if he could read my mind. “You can even take them off. I think it’s about time I get naked.”

I nodded and stretched my hands towards him. Surprisingly, they weren’t trembling. His thighs were warm and smooth under my palms as I ran them slowly up Connor’s toned muscles. Connor had the most perfect legs I’d ever seen on anyone. My brain was happy to supply me with endless fantasies of lying between them while I worshipped Connor with my mouth, his thighs twitching as I swallowed his cock down or tongued his ass. Would it be too soon to suggest that?

I reached for his briefs and skimmed my fingers over the material to reach the waistband. My breath caught in my throat as I slowly pulled them over his erection and dropped them down his legs. His cock bobbed in front of me, the head already red and swollen and wet with precum. I swallowed and licked my lips. I just wanted to lean forward and kiss it. What would it taste like? What would it feel like under my tongue?

Without thinking, I leant forward and pressed a gentle kiss to the engorged head, letting my tongue dart out to lap up the few drops of precum that had gathered there. The skin was softer than I’d imagined… silky even. The precum was almost bitter, not what I’d expected at all, but that wasn’t a bad thing. In fact, I wanted to taste it again.

Connor groaned, and I heard a thump as his hands hit the wall, bracing himself. “Fuuuuuck.” I tilted my head to find him looking down at me with that wicked smile, his eyes wide. “Do you like my cock?”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “Can I… can I suck you?”

“Yes, but only a little. I have plans for you.” My face must have fallen because he laughed softly. “Good plans. I promise.”

I didn’t say anything, even though I was intrigued. I knew Connor would take care of me. Instead, I leant forward again, letting my tongue dart out to lick over the head of Connor’s cock again. My hands gripped his thighs, more to steady myself than him, and feeling his solid muscles under my fingers kept me grounded. Connor wasn’t expecting miracles. All I had to do was try my best.

“Oh shit. Yes, like that. Just like that. So good for me,” Connor said with a deep groan as I wrapped my lips around his shaft and gave a tentative suck, feeling the weight of him on my tongue. I hadn’t seen a lot of dicks in my life, and I wasn’t convinced the ones in porn really counted, so it wasn’t like I had a lot to compare Connor’s to, but to me it was perfect. Thick and long enough that it felt good in my mouth but not so large that I wondered how the fuck it was ever going to fit inside me. Monster dicks could stick to porn, thank you very much.

I sucked again, slowly bobbing my head in an attempt to pick up a steady rhythm. I wasn’t completely successful, making myself gag a couple of times by going too deep too quickly, but I didn’t stop. My cock throbbed in my boxers, leaking against the fabric. I was desperate to touch myself, but I didn’t trust taking my hands off Connor’s thighs. Saliva dripped out of my mouth as the blowjob got sloppier, but that just seemed to make Connor moan more. I was filing that information away for later. If I could remember it.

“Fuck, Patrick. You… you need to stop.” I’d never heard Connor sound like that before—breathless and desperate. But underneath it, I still heard the note of control. He was still in charge here, and that made my chest flutter with excitement. I needed him to tell me exactly what he wanted. The idea was calming in a way. I knew I wouldn’t be able to fuck it up because Connor would take care of me and make sure it was good for both of us. I trusted him.

Slowly, I released his dick from my mouth. There were strings of drool connecting us. It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

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