Page 6 of War
Three
“I want to please you but…”
Eli caressed his girlfriend’s arm as they lay in bed. Multiple candles lit up his bedroom. They showered together and took turns oiling each other down. Soft R&B music played in the background, as they lay in bed naked.
“But what, baby girl?”
“I’m afraid of sucking dick,” she shyly admitted, “I’ve never done it before.”
“I don’t want to pressure you to do something you don’t want to,” Eli replied, “if you don’t want to, that’s fine.”
A small silence passed before Faith spoke again. Eli was a very generous lover, bringing her to multiple orgasms often, and he never demanded anything from her. “But don’t you get frustrated? You’re always going down on me and I never return the favor.”
“Not really,” he shook his head, “it’s not about me. It’s making sure you’re comfortable and you’re feeling good.”
“Yeah, but come on,” Faith turned to her boyfriend, “I’m sure you and your friends talk about blow jobs and the like?”
“Okay, do you know how gay that sounds?” He chuckled. “I’m almost positive no straight man is hanging out with his friends and talking about the head game he received the night before.”
Faith crawled on top of Eli and straddled him. She felt his cock softly poke her from behind. Eli never made her feel ashamed or unsure about her body. Her closet boasted of several sexy lingerie pieces he’d personally picked out. “I want to give you head but I don’t know how.”
“Well,” Eli swallowed and caressed her arms. Faith looked so gorgeous on top of him. Her breasts were small and perky, and reminded him of Hershey’s kisses. Her stomach was toned with a small loop hanging from the bellybutton.
Her dark skin shimmered in the oil and she looked like a goddess. He could stare at her naked body all day. “You simply put it in your mouth and suck.”
“And what else?” She asked.
“Um…” Even though it was his dick, Eli wasn’t necessarily comfortable giving his girlfriend instruction on how to suck it. His misogyny came into play and wondered why every woman just didn’t naturally know how? “No teeth.”
“And what else?” She asked. Her eyes were innocent and wide.
Eli wondered if that was an appropriate time to tell Faith about ejaculation and how surprising it can be if she didn’t expect it. Some women in the past freaked out when Eli came, prompting him to warn future partners.
“I might come,” he paused for a beat, “a lot.”
Faith’s eyes narrowed. “How much is a lot?”
“A lot,” he repeated, “I’m not sure how much it is but it’s a lot.”
“Like are we talking a cup?”
“No, not that much.”
“A teaspoon?”
“No, not that little.”
“So, how much come do you have down here?”
“Are we really talking about how much come my balls have?” Eli chuckled. “I don’t know, Faye. I just know it’s a lot.”
“So, when you do come,” she began, “what should I do?”
Eli blew out a small breath. Faith was no longer a virgin but she was virginal in many other aspects. He trained his mind not to think of what he really wanted to say – swallow it. “Um, you could….um…back away as I release so you don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to.”
“Okay,” she nodded, “I think I can handle that.” She got off Eli’s body and played with his thick and long cock in her hands. He smelled clean with a touch of lavender. Eli’s cock was so beautiful to look at, the color of light cinnamon and just perfect in every way.
Faith took a deep breath and shrugged. It was better to try and fail, than to not try at all. She softly kissed the mushroom tip and saw a little precum form. She licked it. It was salty. It wasn’t a great taste, but it wasn’t a bad one.
