Page 48 of Bliss: Part 1
I cleared my throat and tightened my grip on her waist, trying to put a little space between us, even though she was still sitting right on top of me. The heat coming off her pussy was enough to mess with my head.
“You sure about that?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.
“I’m sure.”
I looked over at Dash. “And you? You okay with this?”
Dash glanced between us and smiled at Bliss. “As long as she’s happy, I’m good.”
I took a breath and patted Bliss’s thighs, giving her the go-ahead. “Alright then. Show me what that sweet mouth can do.”
She moved off my lap and knelt down between my legs, settling on her knees right in front of me. I leaned back slightly and pushed my shorts down, taking them off, and letting them fall next to me on the couch. My cock was there in front of here, resting against my abdomen, hard and aching, and I saw her eyes immediately lock onto it. She didn’t look away. In fact, she stared curiously, almost like she was studying it.
There was something in the way she looked at it that wasn’t just lust. It was admiration, plain and simple. Like she was impressed, even a little in awe. Her expression was soft, thoughtful, and completely focused, and it made my chest tighten in the best way.
The longer she looked, the more it affected me. My cock twitched under her gaze, responding to her attention alone. She hadn’t even touched me yet, but somehow, her fascination was enough to send heat straight through me.
“Fuck me,” Dash muttered beside me, his voice tight and breathless. “I swear, I would’ve come right then if she looked atmycock like that.”
I let out a low laugh, though there wasn’t much humor behind it. It was mostly frustration. “I’m barely holding it together over here, man.”
Then Bliss looked up at me, completely serious.“Can I touch it?”
I didn’t take my eyes off her. My voice came out rough. “If you’re planning to give me a blowjob, baby…you’re gonna have to.”
She pressed her lips together in a small smile, clearly amused by the obviousness of my response. Then she shifted forward, rising up a little on her knees to get closer to me. Her hands moved slowly, almost cautiously at first, until one of them wrapped around the base of my cock. The moment her fingers made contact, I sucked in a sharp breath, my entire body tensing under her touch.
“Fuck…” I hissed, unable to stop the curse from slipping out. Her hand was warm and soft, her skin smooth as she slid it up along my length. Just that light, experimental stroke was enough to make me twitch in her hand.
She watched what she was doing with focus, her lips curved in a small, satisfied smile like she was proud of herself. She liked what she was doing, and that was all that mattered.
And,shit, just seeing that look on her face, that quiet confidence? It hit me harder than anything else had tonight. I wanted to keep that look on her face forever. Every damn day.
“How do you like it?” she asked, glancing up at me for a second, her voice so casual it caught me off guard.
Motherfucker.
Was she seriously asking mehow I liked my blowjobsright now?
I let out a shaky laugh and brought my hand to the side of her head, gently cupping it. “Honestly? I’m gonna like it no matter how you do it. Just go with what feels good for you.”
She nodded like she was taking mental notes, already committed to making this something to remember. I could tell. Bliss wasn’t just doing this for the hell of it. She wanted to do itright. And, yeah, I’d been with girls who were skilled. Some of them even were porn-level pros. But I wasn’t putting Bliss up against any of that.
I wouldn’t compare her to others. It was Bliss kneeling in front of me, and that made it different. Special.
Then she looked up again and said, totally straight-faced, “I don’t have a good gag reflex, just so you know.”
Like it was a job interview and she was giving me the fine print.
I laughed again, but it came out more like a breathless choke. “That’s fine, baby,” I said, barely able to get the words out as she kept slowly stroking me. “You don’t have to push anything.”
Beside me, Dash hadn’t said a word. He was still staring at her hand like he was hypnotized, and honestly, I didn’t blame him. But it was only a matter of time before he couldn’t just sit there pretending to be chill. His hand moved to his own crotch, rubbing himself over his shorts.
I noticed. Of course I did. And it didn’t bother me. If anything, I caught myself glancing his way a few times, just out of curiosity.
Bliss leaned in closer, her breath brushing over the head of my cock. She hesitated for half a second, eyes flicking up to mine one more time. She wasn’t asking for permission because she already had that. But she was asking for reassurance.
I gave her a small nod, keeping my hand on her head, fingers sliding into her hair. “Take your time,” I said quietly.
