She looked up at him, eyes wide.
It was a good thing his eyes were closed, she thought. That meant he was enjoying what she was doing, right?
He opened his eyes and looked at her, reached forward and moved her bangs out of the way. He sighed and gave a lazy smile, then inhaled sharply, shutting his eyes again as his balls rolled in their sack.
She moved her head up and down his shaft, coating his hard cock with her saliva. His dick pulsed against her lips. He moaned loudly, spurting in her mouth, his hand clutching a handful of hair. She didn't mind him tugging her hair. It was a sign he relished his semen in her warm mouth
She didn’t like the taste--slightly salty and sweet--but she let him come in her mouth anyway. She used to spit it out discretely into her hand, the cum pooling in her palm, but now, she held it in her mouth for a second then swallowed quickly, like a child taking a spoonful of cough syrup--she did not want the taste lingering on her tongue.
She slid his cock out of her mouth, still hard and rigid and glistening.
Breathing hard, mouth hanging open, head against the back of the couch, he opened his eyes again and looked at her.
"Damn, baby. That was intense."
"Did you like it?" she asked. "Did I do okay?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, you did more than okay."
She looked at his cock as it began to go flaccid, wanting to poke it, but she didn't want to make him mad.
He touched her face and caressed her cheek, then stood. He tucked himself back into his jeans and zipped up.
"So," he said, "want to get something to eat now?"
"Sure, that sounds fine," she replied, still on her knees.
She wiped her mouth on her shirt sleeve, stood up, and followed him out the door.
published 9 March 2011