Page 48 of Curious
He shrugs. “I want to come, but I don’t care how.”
“Can I suck you?” I ask. I’ve always loved oral sex with women, giving and receiving. I think the feeling of a tongue down there is unbelievable.
“Are you sure?”
I’ve never even held a dick other than mine, but no time like the present. For some reason, I don’t hesitate. I grin wickedly and answer by scooting down and licking up his length. I inhale his scent—a sweet combo of faint musk and body wash. Shelby’s proportionate, so he doesn’t have a monster cock, but it’s not tiny, either. Smaller than mine, but he’s smaller than me everywhere.
It’s cute. Like him.
After another lick, I hold my breath, open my mouth, and swallow him down.
He arches off the bed with a muttered, “Fuck, Camden. What are you …. Okay, you are. Oh my god. Yes. Fuck. Yes. Please.”
I grin around his dick and keep going. I make a quick decision that if he comes in my mouth, I’m good with it.
Growing up around gay guys, I heard them talking about it. And it’s just spunk, after all. I’ve tasted my own. Who hasn’t?
I start sucking him in a steady rhythm, but he shoves at my shoulders, so I pull back and look up. “What?” I ask, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“I was going to come too fast, and I wanted to warn you.”
I smile at him. “I don’t mind.”
“Well, at least let me return the favor. At the same time?”
I shiver. “Okay.”
He flips around so his head is at my cock, and I reach out and stroke his dick. I lean in for a lick, and he gasps and then swallows me down, and I lose the plot entirely.
I’m getting sixty-nined by my husband, and I’m in heaven.
Shelby is an expert. I’ve never had someone be as thorough as he is, and his skills are seriously blowing my mind. And, ahem, my dick.
Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?
All too soon, I’m about to come, and I pull off his dick. “Wait,” I say. “I want to keep going. I don’t want to finish yet.”
“You can fuck me,” he pants. “If you want.”
Oh my god. I do want. I want so badly.
But while I’m no prude—and certainly no inexperienced virgin—fucking Shelby right now feels like too much. I can’t expect to be perfect right out of the gate.
“I want,” I say. “But I’m not ready yet.”
“Oh.” He stiffens. “I’m sorry.”
“No. Don’t fucking be sorry. I want you more than you know. But …” I bite my lip. “I want to learn what you like.”
He knifes up and kisses me. “I’ll have something to look forward to.”
“That you do.” My heart feels so warm right now. I arrange us so I’m again between his legs, kissing him and rubbing my cock against his. I don’t think I’ve ever been harder than I am right now. Everything about Shelby turns me on. I love the way he feels against me and the way I feel when I’m with him.
“Stroke us off,” Shelby whispers, and he reaches out a hand in the direction of the nightstand. I get the idea and lean over, fumbling for my trusty bottle of lube. Once I accomplish my mission, I pour some into my hand and wrap my fingers around his dick, and he groans out a husky, “Fuck, Cam.”
I suck on his neck and keep stroking his dick, focusing on the tip, where I like it, on the assumption that he will, too.
Seems like I’m right, because right away, he’s squirming, and his breaths are shallow. He’s going to come.
