Page 42 of Love is Strange
Again, I do as I’m told.
Not because I don’t feel like I have a say in the matter, but because it’s what I want to do. I push my hair behind my ears and reach for the zipper on his ripped, black jeans and pull it down slowly. Si puts one hand on his hip and uses the other to lift my chin up toward him again. He leans down and kisses me softly before he stands back up to his full height.
“Get busy, little lady,” he says with a grin.
“Yes, sir,” I reply with an eye roll.
I reach up and pull his jeans halfway down his thighs before I lean forward and give his hard cock a lick through his boxers. He shivers slightly and rests a hand on the back of my head. I glance up at him and smile when I see how much he’s anticipating my next move.
Deciding that’s more than enough of a tease, I reach up and pull his boxers down just above where his jeans are now resting and almost back out. Silas is a tall man, but I didn’t expect his dick to be proportionate to his height and I’m a little worried that I won’t be able to handle him.
“It’s not so bad, I swear,” he says with a low chuckle. I glance up at him quickly and take a deep breath. I knew goddamn well what I was going to be getting into, so backing out now would make me look like a frightened rabbit.
“I got this,” I reply with a wink as I wrap my hand around the base of his hard cock and lick the tip gently. Si sucks in a deep breath and holds it while I tease the head of his cock with licks and nibbles before I take it into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it.
“Holy shit, Hair—”
I pull away immediately and give him a pointed stare to which he chuckles and closes his eyes again. “I’m sorry. Don’t stop, okay?”
I move my mouth back toward his dick and take it into my mouth, moving my head up and down as much of the length as I can, my hand trailing in circles as I go, and Silas lets out a moan that rocks me to my core. It’s obvious that he’s enjoying what I’m doing, and he doesn’t seem to care that I can’t take the entire thing into my throat, so I continue bobbing my head up and down, tasting the sweat and seduction of his cock as he grips my hair into a ball and begins to slowly rock his hips in sync with me.
I’m worried that he’ll lose himself in the moment and shove it too far down, causing me to gag and tap out, but he seems to be mindful of how much I can manage and doesn’t force it any further than I’ve gotten it in so far.
A few more minutes pass of me sucking his cock like it’s the last one on Earth and he finally gives me a gentle shove away from him. I look up, wondering if I’ve bored him already, but he’s pushing his jeans and underwear to the floor. Much to the contrary—it seems like I’ve given him one hell of a pregame to the show.
Silas grabs me by the hips, lifts me off the mattress, and places me in the middle of the bed before he moves for my shorts, pulling them off and tossing them over my head. I arch my back to see if I can figure out where he threw them, but when he begins to pull my panties off, I forget about them. Wherever they went, I’ll find them later.
“When was the last time you got down with a guy, Axelle?” he asks, moving his body to hover slightly above mine.
“Um. I … I guess I don’t remember,” I reply timidly.
“Nice and tight, then. Good,” he says with a nod as he moves his body down and lays a gentle trail of kisses from my stomach down to my thighs.
“God I can fucking smell you,” he whispers in a throaty tone I haven’t heard from him before.
I prop myself back up on my elbows again as he gently spreads my legs further apart and runs a finger up and down my slit. It feels so different when you’re not forced to do things like this—it actually feelsgood.
Si leans his face down and kisses my pussy softly before he runs his finger up and down one more time. In the next instant, he’s using his tongue to part the lips and slide his tongue into me. I take something of a deep, strangled breath and lean back; one hand on his head and the other on one of my tits when he begins to gently lick my clit.
His careful demeanor almost immediately gives way to a hungry lion once he gets a taste of my juices and he buries his face between my legs, licking and sucking like a goddamn porn star. I can tell it won’t take much longer until I climax, and I almost want to warn him and push him away, but I can’t. I won’t. I need this release just as much as he wants to fucking give it to me. I need it to be someone different—I don’t want it to be the man from my nightmares anymore. I want to feel alive in someone else’s arms and when my breathing starts to become erratic, when my moans start to come quicker, and at a higher pitch, Si licks faster than before until I find myself gripping his hair so tightly that I’m afraid I’ll rip it out of his head.
“And to think, I once thought you were a little goodie-two shoes,” he says, glancing up at me with a grin.
I let out a tired laugh and stretch my arms over my head, trying to regain my composure when he moves over me again.
“Don’t tell me you’re tired already,” he remarks, raising an eyebrow, “because I haven’t even fucking gotten started here.”
I smile and put my hands against his chest, keeping him just far enough above me to be able to attempt to catch my breath again when he smirks.
“All I need to know is if you want me to wrap it up or not,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Oh. Um. I don’t care really,” I reply, shaking my head.
“Cool.”
He reaches down and grips his cock, putting the head to my opening, but doesn’t push into me right away. Instead, the grin leaves his face as he slightly tilts his head to look at me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Axelle. You really are.”
