Page 397 of Tormented Billionaire Romance Series

What I felt now was a mixture of arousal and pure, total wonder at the touch of this fantastically beautiful man in my most intimate place. His fingers moved along the folds of my sex, and he still had no idea that he was touching me in a way that no man before him had ever done, doing something to me that was as new as it was thrilling.

It seemed almost unfair that I hadn’t told him I was a virgin, but there was never an opportune time to tell him that. As his lips played at mine and his fingers played at my womanhood, I suddenly realized something. If Elijah were to put a finger inside me now, he might break my hymen, ending my virginity that way, when he should only do that with his cock.

Spinning around in my head now was the thought,I should have told him…

But he ended the long, steamy kiss and took his hand from under my pubes, pecking my lips one more time. He leaned back against the arm of the couch, displaying the total wonder of his body and the erection standing at his crotch. He took his dick in one hand and stroked on it, smiling sexily at me.

“Come here and put my dick in your mouth,” he said, presenting that boner to me. “Give me a blow job.”

Racing through my brain now was another excited but anxious thought. Not knowing whom he was naked with, Elijah was asking for a blow job — and assuming I’d done it before and knew what I was doing.

Hesitation would only make me look like the virgin that I was. It would only complicate matters, and right now of all times was no time for complications. For the first time in my life, I was naked with a man. And, not just any man; it was a man beautiful enough, stunning enough, to make a woman — or many other men — weep.

He was in front of me, and the sight of all of him laid bare in front of me as he offered me the most desirable thing in the world put me in total awe. I was looking right at it: Elijah’s penis. His dick. His cock. It was the greatest prize that he or any man of his type had to offer. And, it was mine for the taking.

Isowanted it. I wanted Elijah’s prick more than anything I’d ever wanted in my life. Hesitation was not an option. I wet my lips and braced myself for what I knew would be a shock of pleasure — and I reached for it.

Elijah released his dick from his grasp at the instant that my fingers first touched it. I drew in a sudden breath of wonder at touching a man’s penis for the first time. The heat of it, filled with hot blood that made it feel like a steel rod jacketed in flesh; the weight of it, like a weapon of sensuality; the power in it when I touched it and it throbbed at me, the subtle gasp was my reaction. I was careful not to seemtoomuch in awe of it. At my age, I should be familiar with what I was now feeling.

He let out anMmmof pleasure as I ran my fingers up and down his hot shaft, taking in the absolutely amazing feeling of it.If it felt this incredible in my hand, how much more incredible would it feel in my mouth — or inside my pussy?I wondered.

“Lick it,” he said, sounding drunk. “Suck it.”

I leaned over between his parted thighs. He had one foot up on the sofa next to me and the other on the floor, spreading his male magnificence out for me to admire, to worship. I continued stroking his tool, making my fingers slick with the slippery moisture exuding from the tip. I got my first feel of his balls, his twin cream makers in their warm, plump sac of flesh.

Into my mind flashed things that I recalled other girls talking about from their own experiences of going to bed with boys. I remembered them talking about promising to pull out at climax and not shoot their cream inside the girl’s pussy. They would whisper about how it felt, warm and wet and slippery against their skin. They described boys shooting their load while inside them, but into a condom, and then pulling off the condom from the spent dick, and letting the semen leak out, thick and white, from the latex sleeve.

They would tease me a little, knowing that I was a pastor’s daughter. They’d grin and ask me,Are we embarrassing you, Addie?But I wasn’t a prude; I was never really embarrassed. Curious and fascinated, yes, but never embarrassed.

Right now, touching Elijah’s cock and feeling his balls, embarrassment was the last thing I felt. A mix of both excitement and a strange calm settled over me as I did as Elijah beckoned me to do. I brought my face to the throbbing shaft to let my tongue get a taste of what my fingers had felt. But first, I inhaled and smelled his dick and the thicket of his pubic hair. They smelled warm and musky, with a hint of the shower that he’d taken before coming over. He’d made himself ready for me — as ready as I now was for him.

I put out my tongue and ran it up and down the shaft from the roundness of the sac to the little notch at the crown. Inside my head, a new definition of pleasure began to unfold. I was doing this. I was going to suck Elijah’s cock. And, I was going to love it.

As soon as I got Elijah’s dick into my mouth, my mind reverberated with the question,How have I lived so long without this?

Everything I’d wondered about the day I was finally with a man this way was now being answered. Every question that was an empty space in my experience was now being filled in.How will it feel when I suck a man’s dick? What if it’s really big? Will I be able to take it all? How will it taste?In answer to my questions, it felt wonderful — amazing, incredible, almost indescribable.

I felt the length and thickness of it making me open as wide as I could, the mass of it in my mouth and the roundness and hardness of it passing my lips. I felt it throb at the way it moved along my tongue and tasted just a hint of saltiness from the moisture that it produced at the tip. To my surprise, I guess that I was able to get just over half of it into my mouth, and it was delicious.

Elijah wasn’t complaining, either. The way his stomach rose and fell and his muscles trembled, the way he pushed up just a little bit more of his cock for me to swallow, and the way he played with his own nipples while I worked on him, I could tell he didn’t suspect this blow job was my first rodeo, so to speak. And to underscore his physical reaction, what came pouring out of his mouth as I sucked on his meat left no room for doubt.

“Oh, yes…” he groaned. “Oh, yes…oh,fuckyes. Suck it,suckthat fucker, yes…” He tossed his head as if in a fever of pleasure, telling me with his fit of manly joy that I was pleasing him. My whole body and mind thrilled at knowing that with this, my first-ever performance of oral sex, I was actually pleasing Elijah.He couldn’t tell that I’d never done it before. He was reacting to my cock-sucking as if I’d been doing it to guys for years.

It just made me want his cock even more. It was justsogood, it made me challenge myself to see just how much I could take. With every slide of my mouth along the length of his shaft, I took every inch that I could. And as I feasted, I got a little playful and began to tease his balls with my fingers.

Carefully, carefully, gently now,I told myself, humming with my mouth full of his dick. My humming sent vibes into his organ and made him groan louder. I hadn’t anticipated that, but I made a note of it.

Even being as inexperienced with men as I was, I knew that the scrotum isthemost tender and sensitive thing that a man has and needs to be treated tenderly and sensitively. So, I took care at fingering and caressing his nuts while pulling wetly on his big, hard root. His balls felt as wonderful as his dick tasted. And Elijah wasn’t complaining aboutthat,either. It made him sound even more feverish. “Oh, shit, yeah! Oh,fuck,yeah!”

I was really getting off to a fine start, and I could actually do this all day if Elijah wanted. I now only regretted just a little bit that I’d waited so long for sex. The man between whose muscular legs I was curled up, the man whose prick throbbed so enthusiastically in my mouth, was so absolutely beautiful, so physically, sexually, sensuously perfect, that it made me grateful that I’d held out for him. A girl’s first time should only be with a guy as perfect as Elijah. It validated the time I’d spent waiting. I’d done the right thing.

So, I let all my inhibitions about sex melt away in the heat of Elijah’s dick in my mouth and the warmth of his flexing, trembling muscularity responding to the way I sucked him. I was making us both happy. Every throb and pulse of his shaft against my tongue told me that.

I was reluctant to stop sucking Elijah’s dick, and yet I wanted another, different thrill. I wanted to know the taste of his balls. So, I let it slip from my mouth and bob freely in the air, and went down further on him, beneath the base of his thick shaft, and began to lick the pouch that I’d been fondling.

Elijah shifted a bit, lifting his foot up onto the back of the sofa and moving his head all the way down from the arm where it had been resting, to let him pivot his crotch up more and give me better access to his privates. That gave me the opening I needed to begin sliding my tongue over his balls and covering their roundness with my licks. Elijah made noises almost like an animal, loving what I was doing to his pouch as much as I loved doing it. He was feeding his sex to me, and I found it more and more delicious every second.

The flesh of his sac was as soft and warm as his muscles were hard and hot. I grew greedy for him, making long strokes of my tongue all over his scrotum, loving this newly awakened experience of his maleness. With the same care as I’d teased his sac with my fingers, I took just one of his nuts in my mouth.

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