Page 92 of Light Up The Night
"How's it taste?" he asks.
I shrug. “New, to me. I have no comparison. It is not unpleasant." He is still erect, and a string of the stuff droops from him to his belly; I take him in my mouth and taste it, feel it—the texture is decidedly unique. A little slimy, kind of thick. Very warm; not hot, but almost.
Riley is in a daze, his gaze heavy-lidded and vacant, and he is sweaty and panting.
I feel quite proud of myself.
"That was fun," I tell him, resting my chin on his thigh. "I liked it."
He struggles to focus. "I almost came in your mouth."
"You did not, however, and I must admit I am glad you did not. It would have been a most unexpected event. I think I would not be opposed to the experience in the future, however, now that I know what to expect.” I frown up at him. "Why did you pull my hair in the moment before your ejaculation?"
"Oh, uhhh…" he hesitates. "That's a signal. A warning that I'm about to come, so you can decide what you're gonna do when I come."
"Most women…ummm…" I grin, blushing. "Most women swallow it?"
"I dunno aboutmost. It’s up to you, what you're okay with."
"What is your opinion? Your preference?"
"Don't get one, babe. Not me doing it." He pulls me up his body and cradles me in his arms. "Going down on me will always be your choice, sweetheart. You want to? Please, fuck yes. You don't want to? Don't do it. All I care about is being with you."
I turn my face to his, nuzzle his cheek, kiss his stubble, whisper with my lips against his ear. "I liked it. I want to do it again. And when I do, I will swallow it. It does not taste bad at all. It is strange, in the sense of being a new experience for me, but how much you enjoy it makes it wonderful for me."
He sighs. "I kinda can't believe you went down on me."
"Why not?"
He rolls one shoulder. "I…well…I don't think most girls would choose to go down on a guy like that their first time so much as evenseeinga dick."
"I am not most girls."
"No, you are not," he agrees. "And that's ahellof a good thing."
“Really?" I ask.
"Yes," he huffs, laughing. "And not just because you just gave me the best orgasm of my life."
"Hyperbole is unnecessary,” I tell him.
"It's not. It's the truth."
I meet his gaze—I do believe he is telling the truth. I should not doubt him, at this point, but part of me does.
Riley's phone rings, jarring us out of the moment, and he groans. "Fuck off, whoever you are."
"Riley," I scold. "You should answer."
"Fuck, fine." He stretches one long arm out, grabs his cell phone, and answers it, putting it on speaker and resting it on my back between my shoulder blades. This makes me laugh, for some reason. "Yeah? What's up, Fee?"
"You got Cadence near you?" I hear Felix's voice from the phone.
"Yeah," Riley answers. "Both here. You're on speaker."
"Is that so?" I detect amusement in his tone.
"Fee, with respect? Fuck off. What's up?"
