Page 19 of Just A Little Magic

His hard cock pressed against me and my mouth watered to taste him. I’d never done that either, but I’d watched a helluva lot of porn. With a push on his shoulder, I got him to change places with me. I kneeled between his splayed legs. Well, hell, I forgot to get him naked.

Awkward.

My eyes never left his as I leaned forward and unbuttoned his pants. The row of buttons gave a bit of a fight, but I managed to undo them. The backs of my fingers were pressed against the warm steel of his dick. Bear closed his eyes and moaned. It was the confidence boost I needed. It took a little more work, but I managed to free him from his pants and pull his dick out of his briefs.

He was beautiful. Veiny, but not too much. His head was shiny with beaded precum that threatened to leak down the shaft. His heavy balls were nestled in a patch of reddish-blond hair. His girth and length made me glad I’d been fucking myself with toys over the years that I’d guessed were approximately his size.

We both held our breath when I reached out to trace the vein along the underside of his dick. His cock jumped at my touch, which made Barrett half laugh, half groan. My fingers carefully circled him but only barely closed around him.

“You’re so big,” I said with wonder.

It hadn’t quite sunk in that I was touching Barrett. The man I’d loved since I was nineteen. The man who made every other man pale in comparison. The man I’d saved myself for, even though he’d neither known nor asked me to.

My hands were the ones making his dick twitch and jump. When a drop of precum leaked down his shaft, I leaned forward again and licked it up with my tongue. It was saltyand not my first choice for ice cream, but delicious in its own way.

I dipped the tip of my tongue in his slit to make sure I was right. I was. That first taste led me to the next one and then another. Bear’s hand came to rest on my head, but he played with my hair while I explored his dick. It took me a minute, but I got brave and sucked his cockhead into my mouth. His moan seemed like a good sign.

“Baby, you good?” Barrett asked in a raspy voice.

All I could think was,I did that. I made this beautiful, sexy man sound wanton. If I answered him aloud, I worried my shaky voice would give away my inexperience. There was an extremely high probability that he’d stop if he knew how little practical experience I had doing all of this. The saying “fake it till you make it” was made for situations like this.

I only bobbed my head yes and continued my exploration. I kept going back for tastes and licks. I nuzzled my face into the wiry hair and sucked his balls while I was there. The scent was intoxicating, and I took deep breaths to etch the smell into my brain.

Barrett thrust up, and his cock rubbed against my stubbled cheek. With each contact, he groaned. This was a man who knew how to make me feel like a sex professional. Well, maybe not a professional, but close.

I made my way back up and took his cockhead into my mouth again. This time, he didn’t hold back and surged forward. I’d wrapped my hand around the base so I didn’t choke much, but no way in hell could I take his cock down my throat. That required more time to practice than I had, so I focused on the head.

Bear’s groans and words of praise kept me going. The salty precum was a steady stream down my throat. I didn’t hate the taste, but it still wasn’t love.

“Baby, I can’t take it. C’mere,” Barrett said, dragging me off his cock.

He smashed his lips against mine and his insistent tongue thrust into my mouth in a filthy pantomime of my ministrations on him. We ground against each other in an attempt to find relief from somewhere.

“We are wearing too many damn clothes.”

And then we were both naked and writhing. His body blanketed mine, and I felt the sweat sheen on his back where my hands grasped him to me. His weight was suffocating in all the best ways. Our cocks rubbed, skin to skin, and it was perfection.

It was almost exactly like I’d imagined over the years. But I wasn’t leaving this damn bed until I’d been well and truly fucked. I needed it to happen before he figured out I knew nothing about how to do this with another person in the bed. My dildos only went so far.

“I need you to fuck me,” I rasped.

His mouth was on my nipple, sending sparks through my body that made speaking difficult. His delicate nibbles and strong sucks were almost too much. My heart pounded out of my chest at the sensations he drew from me. I never wanted it to end, but I wanted more of it.

When Barrett’s hand encircled my cock, I almost bucked him off. His low chuckle was accompanied by nibbles and nips, which sent me flying. He looked up with a quirked brow, and I gave him a decisive nod.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

With a grunt, he slid off me at the slowest pace possible and grabbed his wallet off the side table. On the inside was a little packet of lube. My jealous brain immediately heated at the thought ofwhyhe needed to carry lube packets.

It was beyond foolish for me to think he was a virgin. Hell, he hadn’t been a virgin when we met. I had no right to be jealous of the men or the occasional woman he’d dated through the years. He’d never pushed me aside for someone else, and that was saying something. It probably said that my unrequited pining had me missing a lot of good times in college, but that was absolutely beside the point.

Bear settled back over me, and my wandering thoughts were instantly replaced with giddy anticipation of finally getting exactly what I’d desired after a decade of wanting. His nose nuzzled along my jawline. His mouth suckled on my earlobe before dropping tiny kisses on it, and I was in heaven.

“How do you want me?” Bear whispered into my ear.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.I hadn’t thought this far in advance.

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