liefje,
" he said. His tongue licked my pussy again and I cried out, coming all over his face. My vision whited out with the intensity of it.
When I remembered how to breathe, he was laying next to me, idly playing with my hair. "Your jeans are still on," I muttered.
"Yes."
"Take 'em off, I wanna return the favor."
"It wasn't a favor," he said, but he undid his belt anyway. He had to get off the bed to take his pants and boxers off, and my breath caught. He really was a beautiful man, muscled and tall and just grey enough to be distinguished instead of old. I hadn't really seen him clearly in the lab, but now I could see every inch, and what wonderful inches they were.
"Enjoying the view?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," I breathed. "C'mere, you."
He got back on the bed and I rolled over to my hands and knees. When he was settled, I took his dick in one hand and tentatively licked it. It was salty and musky and kind of weird, but I licked the head again and pulled my hand up slowly. I was rewarded with a moan.
Emboldened, I took the head into my mouth and moved up and down, not far, just getting used to it - the pressure on my tongue, the taste of his skin. I kept looking up at him, watching his reactions, trying to figure out what came next. I'd only ever seen blowjobs in porn, and had certainly never given one before.
I went a little too far on the next bob and the head hit the back of my throat. I gagged and pulled back.
Johannes frowned. "Are you all right?"
"Fine," I said, waving a hand. "Just...figuring it out."
Realization flashed on his face. "You've never done this before, have you?"
"Nope. But I'll learn," I promised.
"You are an excellent student."
"And you're a fantastic teacher." I went back down on him, pulling his hard flesh into my mouth, working the rest of his dick with my hand. He was more vocal now, moaning and groaning my name. Belatedly, I remembered that in porn they usually did
something
to the guy's balls, and I awkwardly put my weight on my left forearm instead of my left hand so I could reach up and stroke them.
He cried out and thrust his hips upward, hitting the back of my throat again. I backed off again. "Sorry," he said quickly.
"It's fine," I said, catching my breath and letting my hands do the work until I stopped gagging.
"I don't want to come yet," he said, sitting up. "Stop what you're doing."
I did as he said, dropping my hands like they'd been burned. He reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out a condom. "I want to fuck you," he said. "You're going to come again tonight."
My heart quickened. I watched silently as he put the condom on, latex covering the still-wet skin of his dick. He sat up and pulled me close, kissing me hard and rolling us over so he was on top of me. His hips pushed insistently into mine, his dick sliding along my pussy, and he reached down with one hand to adjust the angle. It slid into me like a hot knife through butter, spreading me and filling me in the most satisfying way.
He went slow, small strokes teasing me until I was mindless with want and babbling, "Damn it, Johannes, god - fucking fucker, just - oh, god,
please
-"
He chuckled, low and dark and dirty, and started longer strokes, pulling out until just the head was teasing my needy little hole and then pushing in until I could feel his balls on my perineum. I whined, high in my throat, and he took that as a sign to go faster. I wrapped my legs around him and humped back as much as I could, kissing his neck because that was the part of him my mouth could reach.
Without warning he grabbed my arms and flipped us over. I sat up and looked down at him. He smirked at me and reached out to tweak my tits.
I groaned at his touch and started moving, figuring out what felt good and how to keep my balance. I put one hand on his chest to keep myself upright; my other hand fell down to play with my clit. My eyes stayed locked on his face, and when he closed his eyes and arched into me that was it. I came, pushing myself down so he was as far into me as he could go. I fell on top of him, boneless as a rag doll, and let the orgasm wash over me in waves.
He flipped us over again and started thrusting, hands on my hips. I bounced on the bed, letting the pleasure take me over, letting him fuck me and use me however he wanted. When he came, his fingers dug into my hips so hard I was sure there would be bruises the next morning, and that thought had me shaking through
another
orgasm, a small one this time.
We lay there for a while, catching our breaths and coming down. Eventually, Johannes stood with a groan, tied off the condom, and threw it away. He got back into bed and kissed me soft and sweet. The comforter had gotten bunched up off to the side somewhere along the line, and he pulled that over us. I rolled over to put my glasses on the nightstand and then turned back to snuggle into him.
Exhausted from the night's activities, I fell asleep almost instantly.
