Emily bit her lip as she watched him. She was so out of her element. And she was still slightly drunk. Which felt really good? She frowned. She should probably be writing these sensations down. The whole point of any new experience according to her psychology professors — and this certainly qualified — was to learn from it and use it to connect to future patients who might exhibit the same type of behavior.
“Why are you frowning, beautiful?” He drew a finger lightly across her forehead, smoothing away the lines.
“I’m not beautiful.”
“Yes, you are.” He spoke quietly but firmly, stating a fact. “And I’m going to prove it to you, baby.”
With his eyes on hers, he slowly unzipped his pants, revealing snug maroon boxer briefs. The cotton fabric held his straining dick against his stomach. At least it tried. The tip of his monster penis rose above the elastic edge so engorged with blood that the bulbous head was almost as dark as the fabric, He stood with his hands to his sides, seemingly at ease. But Emily could see a muscle twitch at the side of his mouth as he fought for control.
“Touch me, Emily.” His voice was deep and husky, lending to the feeling that they were alone and not mere feet away from other couples probably doing a lot more than looking too.
Suddenly, she felt very overwhelmed. Dear God what was she doing here?
Let your diva out to play, girl. The inner voice quieted her fear.
While Emily had been sheltered in her upbringing, she was a bright girl. When she wanted to learn about something, she took the bull by the horns and plunged ahead. And in her early teens, she’d wanted to know about sex. All about sex.
Unfortunately, she’d had no one to “plunge” ahead with.
And now opportunity was literally in front of her. She wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
As the fear seeped away, the sensations of being alone with a partially naked man that she really wanted to fuck took over. She’d never felt so electrically connected to another human being. She looked at the thick cock jutting proudly upward, begging for attention. Emily’s mouth literally watered. The man before her was so handsome. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark with desire.
His body hard and hers for the taking.
“Touch me, baby.”
Needing no further urging, she moved closer, her breasts almost touching his chest. Her stomach did touch his dick.
“Is this what you want?” She grinned wickedly, moving her hips lightly from side to side, creating a tiny bit of friction.
“You know what I want.” Eric’s mouth quirked upward and his blood quickened as he realized she’d let go of her doubts and was as much into this as he. “But we’ll start with a blow job.” He watched her eyes widen. “Have you ever given a blow job before, honey?”
“No.” She looked at his massive cock and licked her lips. “But I’m willing to learn.”
Eric groaned. This was going to be so good. “Get on your knees.”
His hand touched her head as she complied with his demand. He freed his cock. “Now imagine me in your pussy, honey. Make a canal for me with your hands, wrap them around my dick nice and firm and move ‘em up and down like this.”
He placed his hands over hers, showing her how to please him. “Yeah, that’s it.” His hips bucked at the feel of her soft hands against his hard length. “Now put your mouth around the tip and suck me.”
When those pouty lips touched him, Eric thought he was going to lose his load before she even got started. He’d fantasized about this from the first moment he’d seen her. When her tongue stroked his length, he groaned. The sensations as she alternately sucked, licked and squeezed his throbbing dick weakened his knees. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, she moved her hands to his thighs and deep throated him, taking most of his length. His balls slapped her chin.
“Shit honey, you’re killing me here.” He pumped into her mouth a few more times. “Use your hands again.”
She moved her hands from his thighs and wrapped them around his cock. Every time she backed off to the tip with her mouth, she pumped the hard shaft with both hands. He felt like steel over velvet. A very big piece of steel.
“That’s it.” His hips pumped furiously. “Damn, baby, your mouth is so sweet. Those lips were made for sucking cock.”
Eric threw back his head and groaned. She was certainly a fast learner. As she continued to pump him, he felt more and more of himself being swallowed, a considerable feat considering his size. She was going deeper than before. He looked down watching himself disappear inside her mouth.
“Where did you learn to do that?”
She let him slide completely from her mouth, but kept her hands pumping, up and down. Up and down. She was pumping the cum right out of him. “Practice. Lots and lots of practice.”
“I thought you said you’d never done this before.” Part of him wanted to jerk his cock at of her mouth and say never again. Her mouth would never again touch another man’s cock if he had anything to say about it.
She took her mouth from him but kept pumping with her hands and winked up at him. “I go through a lot of bananas.”
Eric wanted to laugh, but right now the most important thing — hell the only thing on his mind — was cuming. Cuming in her mouth.
Her mouth returned to his cock, swallowing the bulbous head like a pro. Seeing those perfect lips glisten as he moved in and out of her mouth had his balls tightening.
“Here it comes, baby. Here it comes.” He placed his hand on the back of her head, urging her to take all of him. To swallow every drop.
“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned, his hand gripping her, guiding her as he urged her to suck harder. Eric’s cock jerked in her mouth as his seed flooded her throat. She swallowed as fast as she could, her satisfaction when she managed to swallow every drop showing in her face. Lord, he loved a woman who would swallow.
When he was finished, he collapsed against the wall, his cock pulling from her mouth without a sound. She knelt before him, her hair in wild disarray around her shoulders. The bodice of her blouse — hell it wasn’t a blouse, she was wearing a damn corset — had worked its way down. The top of her breasts spilled out. She licked those luscious lips.
He reached down with shaking hands and pulled up his pants, fastening his zipper but leaving the button undone. He wasn’t finished by a long shot.
“Come here.” He pulled her to her feet and into his arms. “That was beautiful, honey. Just like you.” He kissed her, tasting himself on her tongue.
“Are you ready to let me show you?”
She remembered his words and her pussy flooded. “But how can you…?” She angled a glance downward and gasped. That wasn’t possible.
He was hard and ready.
“Yes, please fuck me,” she begged with a perfect pout.
Eric released his zipper, pushing his jeans to his knees. He reached for her, racking her skirt to her waist. When he realized she wasn’t wearing panties, he groaned and pushed her against the wall, lifting her so that her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. With one swift stroke he filled her. Finally he was exactly where he wanted to be.
Inside her.
The feel of her wet heat surrounding his aching dick was almost more pleasure than he could bear. He wasn’t going to last long but he wanted to please her before taking his own release. With one arm holding her in place, he pulled her top lower, releasing her abundant breasts to his hungry mouth. He made a mental note. Apparently the woman didn’t like underwear.
His mouth closed around one hard peak, then the other, suckling forcefully. There was no gentleness in this taking. He’d promised her a good banging and that’s exactly what he intended to give her. He licked the underside of each breast, then buried his face in the valley between the huge mounds. She was soft as satin and he could very well get lost in her.
Her hands threaded through his hair, and he followed her urging. Taking a turgid nipple into his mouth again he sucked the hard bud then laved the tip with his tongue. Her pussy clenched around him, squeezing his throbbing dick. He’d never felt such pleasure in all his life. He shifted one hand to her hip and, holding her firmly, began to pound her hungry pussy as he’d promised. Her whimpers of need drove him, pushing him to angle her body higher, opening her to take his full length. Damn she felt good.
When her body tensed, he soothed a hand across her hip and down one thigh. “Let go, baby. Come for me.”
With a mewling cry, he felt her come apart in his arms. Her pussy spasmed around his aching cock and he pumped one last time, emptying his seed into her hot canal.
Holy shit, that was the best sex of his life. And it’d been against a frigging wall. He wondered with slight amusement if she might not just kill him when he got her in a bed.