Page 54 of Broken Chords

She presses up into me with a moan, her hands reaching for me. I lean over her, propping myself on my forearms, nuzzling her neck. Her hands come to my cheeks, pulling my mouth to hers, completely unfazed by the fact that I just had my mouth on her private parts. The one time I went down on Adriana, she wouldn’t kiss me until I brushed my teeth.

Charlie, on the other hand, sticks her tongue in my mouth, her arms going around my neck as her legs circle my hips. Her passion, her enthusiasm, has me pounding into her, chasing my own orgasm without regard for anything else, her moans and sounds of pleasure spurring me on, giving me permission to lose myself in her.

When I come, it’s with my face pressed into her shoulder, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me as I shudder through the wave of my own pleasure. Sated and wrung out, all I want to do is collapse on top of her, but I maintain the presence of mind to deal with the condom first, falling back into bed next to her once it’s taken care of.

She cups my face in her hands again, placing a soft kiss on my lips, and looking me in the eye. “Thank you. That was amazing.”

I kiss her again. “You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

She lets out a low chuckle. “That’s the understatement of the night, at least. Maybe the year.” Her smile fades as she looks at me, a quizzical furrow wrinkling her forehead. “Who told you you weren’t any good at that?”

“You really want to know?”

She nods, solemn.

I roll onto my back, tucking her against my side. “Well, the only person besides you I’ve moved beyond kissing with was my high school girlfriend, Adriana. She, uh, she never wanted to do oral. Either giving or receiving. That first blowjob you gave me? That was my first one. Ever. And I tried going down on her once, because I’d read or seen something about it that indicated that that’s the best way to get a girl off. That all girls like oral. But she didn’t enjoy it. I thought I was bad at it. But looking back, I think she maybe was just grossed out by the idea of it, so she couldn’t let go enough to enjoy.”

Charlie’s hand caresses my chest, and her head moves against my shoulder. I glance down to see her nodding.

“Yeah. That makes a certain amount of sense. I thought it was icky the first time I heard about it. But I had no experience with it. And the first time someone did that to me, it was a revelation. Not that many guys have, mind you. But it made me be more okay with the idea of being the one focusing solely on someone else’s pleasure. It’s powerful and sexy and fun. Especially with someone you care about.”

Her eyes find mine, and I give her a soft smile. “Yeah. It is. All that and more.”

---