Page 71 of Just for Fun
I almost pass out when I glance down and realize that she is lowering to the floor with them. Once she has reached my feet, she taps each one for me to step out, which I am more than willing to do.
It is such a weird feeling, being naked in front of Zara. There’s excitement, that’s for sure. But there’s also a little bit ofhesitation because I don’t want o freak her out. The last thing I’d want is to have a repeat of our last time together.
“Can I touch you?”
I decide that there is no way that I am going to survive tonight in one piece. Zara is now kneeling at my feet while my cock is bouncing happily up and down, especially when she stares at it with such fascination.
There’s a second of hesitation on her part, but the moment is fleeting, and I see her pulling her shoulders back, determination taking place.
“I-I’m a little scared,” she confesses as she looks up at me.
There is no doubt in my mind that I could come on the spot just from the picture she makes right now.
I reach down and touch her hair, pushing it behind her ears, this way I can see her face better.
“I don’t want you to do anything that you’re not comfortable with,” I tell her. “And I swear I will stop the second you ask me to.”
The other night, by the time she told me to stop, I was already mid thrust. My brain didn’t process the information in time, and I fucked it all up. But this time, I am determined to pay attention and do everything in my power to follow whatever direction she wants to take us in.
“I’ve never done this before.”
Her voice reaches my ears like through a tunnel. I see her lips moving when she speaks, but everything is a bit distorted. That’s probably normal considering most of the blood in my body has rushed to my cock. I can feel her breath against it, that’s how close she is, and it is driving me crazy.
It is kind of ironic that she has this kind of hold on me considering my experience with women and her lack of experience with sex in general. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t purposely want to hook up with a girl who has no ideawhat to do in the sex department. But Zara is different, I just can’t put my finger on it.
Her moves are tentative at best when she tries to wrap her hand around the base of my cock. The position is awkward for her, but she thankfully, she doesn’t give up.
Once she repositions herself onto her knees, she brings her eyes up to me, looking like she’s asking for permission. I give her an imperceptible nod, which seems to be all the encouragement she needs.
At first, she’s not sure of what the next step should be. The tip of her tongue comes out, barely touching the side of my swollen head. An electric shock runs to me and I shudder just from that simple touch.
My reaction gives her another push, and she presses her tongue on my cock again, this time giving it a little lick. That’s followed by another one, then another one, until she’s working on it like it’s an ice cream cone. She starts at the base and licks all the way to the top, getting more curious with each time.
She stops without warning, and I swear I feel lightheaded. I have no idea what’s going to happen to me if she tells me we’re stopping now. But I will focus on the reminder that I didn’t come the other night either, and I didn’t die.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers, eyes wide like they’re about to pop out of her head. “But I’ve read about it. And I want to try it.”
She doesn’t give me time to respond when she wraps her lips around the tip of my cock.
“Oh, fuck!” I almost jump out of my skin. “Less teeth, babe,” I direct when her first instinct is to close her mouth and clench.
I run a shaky finger up and down her jaw, encouraging her to relax a little. She seems to understand what I’m talking about, and next time she moves her lips, the touch is flawless. She sucks the tip in and out, going deeper with each time. I can feel themoment she took it a bit too far and too fast, causing her to choke and gag, and I automatically pull back.
“I want to try it again,” she protests. “I think I did it wrong.”
Leaning down, I grab her by the arms and bring her up before applying a bit of pressure against her chest so she would sit on the bed. She squirms around a little until her head is on the fancy pillows she has on the bed. That’s when I get an idea.
“Where’s your bathroom?” I ask.
She points to the door that’s next to the closet. Her face falls when she realizes that I am about to get off the bed.
“I’ll be back.” Our lips touch when I talk, and I press them together but without giving her a chance to hold on to me.
Leaping off the bed, I run to the bathroom and grab the first towel I see in there.
“Up,” I say when I’m back on the bed while holding the towel. As soon as she raises her hips, I slide it under her.
“What’s that for?”
