The first time they had sex, Devan felt like he was auditioning. Everything had been easy with Samantha. They'd been out several times. She was kind, cute, and wanted him. That last feeling terribly important. Being with her made him feel strong. She laughed and teased, stroking and deflating his ego. On their last date, they made out in the car, and Samantha whispered "Do you think about fucking me?"
Devon's response was immediate and lust filled. Why mess around with being coy? Sam enjoyed directness, and he wanted to start this with honesty.
"Then I think you will, soon," Samantha said before opening the car door and giving him a little smile. He spent the next week using that moment as a loop while he masturbated. He avoided over planning their first encounter, but reviewed his rules. Ask her if she enjoys things before doing them. Tell her know how pretty she is. If she wants something, deliver. The rest would be improvised.
His asked if she enjoyed when guys went down on her, which she did. She had shaved for the occasion, which Devan thought was especially sweet. He tried to take his time to savor it, but his excitement overtook him when she enjoyed him driving his tongue into her clit. He drove her to her first orgasm quickly, staying put as she climaxed, smiling up at her as she came back from the brink. "Well done," he said before going back to work.
Now he was on top, pushing his cock into her with short rapid thrusts, doing his best to catch her clit. She had already cum twice, and was ready for him to do the same. Devan tried to concentrate, unable to get the right angle. She asked what he needed, which was kind, but he didn't know. Pushing his hands under her back, he held her from behind the shoulders, which was closer to what he needed. Raising his hands to her shoulders was nearly perfect, then behind her head, his fingers tangling with her wild hair.
Sam's head seemed to melt into the pillow as she breathed her approval. She was pushing her head into his hands. Begging him with her body to grab hold. For one moment, Devan stopped worrying, curled his hands into fists, and began giving her hair firm tugs. Sam's face pulled away from his neck. Her breathing became groans shouted into the dark room. It was enough. Devan tensed and he unfolded himself inside her.
"I think your face is pretty," He whispered into her neck. She snorted in laughter.
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It was a long trip to the national forest -- a two hour drive through deep valleys and twisting around beautiful wooded hills. He hadn't driven the route often, so he focused on the road. She kept up most of the conversation.
Devan had asked Sam if she liked camping, hoping she didn't. He was relieved when she replied "I would blow seven feral mountain men before I spent a night in a tent." He smiled, feeling the warmth of certainty that she would tell him where she stood. She didn't say things to make him like her, which made him like her even more.
"So what are you into?" she asked seemingly from nowhere.
"Hmm?" he gave back, paying more attention to the 35mph curve than the question. "I mean, you know most of it by now. I like programming, playing board games with my pals, and watching terrible movies. Getting outside is nice, too," Devan added, not wanting to appear as if he was not interested in their date of day hiking.
He caught her smirk. "I mean in the bedroom. Is there anything I could be doing that you'd like?"
Devan tried to stay cool. This felt like a trap. Like everyone, he had all sorts of fantasies. Little porn loops that played through his head as they fucked, helping take him over the falls. Sexy things he watched on Pornhub, and kept in his secret photo collection... categorized and tagged so he could find what he needed with one hand. But he knew better than to talk about those things. The anal folder. The slobbery blowjobs he watched over and over. And that special folder on his laptop called only "R". He dodged, "Well what are you into?"
Her response was quick. "I want to do what makes you happy. If there's anything you want, the worst I'll do is say no."
Devan took a few breaths. Sam had been an amazing partner so far. She hadn't skipped a beat when he had sucked her long slender toes in his mouth a week ago.
Once he was sure she wouldn't pull away, he had started sucking in earnest. He had tried to get more of her into his mouth until, when he came inside her, he realized he was gagging and drooling on her foot. He never dreamed he'd be able to get something so deep into his throat. When he let her out of his mouth, slumping across his body she pet his hair whispering "Good boy." It was one of the hottest moments of his life. It was currently in heavy rotation in his mental porn loops.
She was always honest with him. No reason he should not return the favor. "OK..."
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"Oh fuck!" she groaned into the pillow. Her face pressed down, so her voice muffled.
"Fuck yes, keep your tongue in there." Devan adjusted to oblige. His cock hurt from its hardness. Trying to stroke it while he held the vibrator in place was challenging. Sam's ass perched on a pile of pillows, and Devan's face was buried between her cheeks, pressing his tongue deep. He hadn't told anyone how badly he wanted to do this before. Now that it was happening, it was like a shortcut to his dopamine center.
He held a Hitachi to Sam's cunt, using his face to drive her more firmly onto the bulb. She bucked, but he held her in place.
When she came -- too soon as this was how he wanted to spend the rest of his life -- her hole squeezed around him, trying to push him out. As she crested the waves of her pleasure, he felt her wink open and closed. He didn't remember the last time he came up to breath. He didn't care. He could die here in her ass and it would have been a life worth living.
When he came back to the world, he realized he had cum too. He was so caught in this new game that he hadn't noticed his own orgasm. He lay there using her cheek as a pillow, never so happy that he had been brave enough to answer a question honestly.
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Devan's back was to the wall, his hands by his side and his ass tensing. Sam was on her knees, running her lips along the base of his cock, paying special attention to where his shaft became his balls. He had started shaving down there, which felt great, but he felt guilty about blowjobs, which in turn pulled him out of his head. She was enthusiastic, but he thought she was wilting a bit, exhausted from the effort of pleasing him. He tried to put it out of mind and concentrate on feeling good.
"What do you want me to do?" she said hoarsely from below him. Opening his eyes, he saw her smiling up at him, teasing the head of his cock.
"Just keep going." He was trying to find his way towards orgasm, but it was slipping away. He started to gently rock his hips, hoping she would catch a rhythm. He felt bad. He was making demands. Desperation was setting in.
"Tell me what you want," she murmured, more insistent now, breaking the buildup forming in Devan's balls. He pretended not to hear and continued rocking, pushing himself at her. Needing her to to just shut up and suck his cock. He wanted to use her to get himself off. Devan caught himself and tried to chill. Just concentrate on what's happening. Don't get locked inside yourself. Just shut the fuck up and enjoy this already.
"Hey!" she nearly barked this time, smacking his hip enough that it hurt. "If you want to cum you better take the fucking reigns and show me how you want this dick sucked." There was mischief and fun in her words, but an edge of seriousness.
He hesitated before the smack pulled him into the moment. Devan took hold of her head, letting his fingers tangle with her hair. Curling his hands around the back of her skull, he pull himself in deeper. A little "mmph," lifted up from below. Taking this as a sign she was OK, he pushed further. She squirmed a bit, trying to pull her head back, but he locked his hands, not letting up, but not pushing further. He waited for her to adjust, felt the pressure of his cock lessoning, the back of her throat relaxing, then pushed forward a little more, starting the process again.
