Not reality, but a memory all the same. Names have been changed to protect the guilty...
*****
Afterwards, we lay together in the tangled sheets, the air about us hot and humid, like a summer's day in some exotic climate. Belinda's head lay on my chest, her wild mane of black hair spread across my chest and throat. I stroked her back lightly with both hands, noticing the contrast between us. I'm not pale, but my flesh looked ghostly against the rich mocha of her shoulders and back.
I could feel her lips against me. She was kissing my nipple gently. Her mouth was wet.
After a while, she lifted her head, and there was a rich smile on her face. I could still see something in her eyes, a remnant of the reserve and hesitation she had shown about me since the day we met, but something had changed. After what had just happened, things couldn't stay the same between us.
Her dress clung to her magnificent body, emphasizing - no, glorifying - her full breasts and lithe limbs. Her smile was full and unrestrained, white teeth gleaming between her glistening lips.
She spoke with the exotic accent of Latin American, rich and rolling, full and sensuous. I could have just lain there, listening to her say my name.
"Paul, was that what you wanted from me?"
I swallowed hard. What could I say? I had been praying for this moment from the first time we had been together, when I stolen a kiss from her, and then we had talked for hours. We had been talking ever since, it seemed.
Belinda didn't wait for my answer. Instead the giggled, almost girlishly, and looked down at my softening penis, still wet from her mouth.
"You were so much bigger than I expected," she said. "I had to open so wide." She licked her lips as if to emphasise the point. "I love how you taste."
She moved and lay beside me, our heads level now, so we could look eye-to-eye as we talked. Her hands were on my chest, moving up and down. I stroked her hair and face, and tried not to think about how badly I wanted to see her naked.
"Was this how you expected it would be?" she asked.
"No. Nothing about you is ever predictable." I found myself laughing. Belinda was a mystery to me; the only thing I had ever been certain about was my desire for her. And then suddenly, on this day, which had felt like any of the other days we had spent together, she had made me lie back on her bed, silencing my mouth with one finger, making me lie still on the sheets and not moving until I complied. She had unfastened my trousers, and taken my penis in her hand, drawing it clear with her hands, pushing my trousers and shorts far down my legs. Then she had taken me in her mouth, and made love to me in a dizzying rush of hot breath, warm lips and murmured words.
She swirled her head around the tip first, exploring me by touch and taste. I had been taken by surprise, and I was only then coming to erection, in her hand. She liked that, exulted in how she could make me grow by the deft movement of her mouth on my cock. She licked and teased under the head, and up and down the stiffening shaft. All the while I lay there, hands useless and still on the bed, unable to move, unable to speak, in case I broke the dream.
She inserted the tip of her tongue into the opening in my cockhead, wriggled it there. Then she took her tongue around the head and down, slowly drawing a line to my balls. She drew circles around them, sucked them in and cradled each in her mouth. She had one hand wrapped tight around my now-erect cock, and pumped it slowly up and down. When she kissed the underside of my balls I almost exploded.
She was soft with her mouth, rougher with her hand. She looked up at me. Her tongue traced back up the shaft, from root to tip.
"This is how I make love," she whispered. "Do you like it."
I moaned, nodded, struck mute like an idiot. She smiled again. She knew she had complete control of the situation. I was paralysed. I could feel her breath on my cock, and her hair all over my belly. I felt the moment could have ended in a heartbeat, as quickly as it began.
She extended her tongue. She had drawn back her hair on the side of her head that faced me, and her movements were exaggerated. She wanted me to watch. Belinda was filling all my senses, washing over me in every way possible. Slowly, she placed her lips on me. They tightened as she slid them over the head of my cock. She moved her head from side to side, turning, slowly moving down, opening her mouth into an almost perfect circle as she stretched her lips.
Never once did her tongue stop. It seemed to move as if by magic. It touched me in one place.. fluttered onto another. My body tensed from head to toe... my cock seemed to rise up a little harder and longer. She moved her head down slowly, and I felt her lips and tongue on every inch of my stiff shaft, traversing the course of every vein and muscle. Her other hand... the one that wasn't still stroking so firmly around the base of my cock, kneaded my balls.
She moved her hands and worked down. She told me afterwards that she wanted all of me in her mouth, that she wanted my man smell filling her nose as I filled her mouth. I tried not to want to push into her any harder, but the blood was rushing through my veins like white water. Belinda moaned a little as she tried to work her way down the last thick inch of my hard cock.
She sucked so hard... and it was so maddening. I couldn't control myself at all. She had complete command of me... she knew when I was rising towards my orgasm, and she would pause briefly, but never for long. The pleasure was just building all the time, and then she tightened her lips even more and her head moved in short, sharp strokes.
God.
She drank me down like fine wine or cool water. Savouring every drop. She took a long time... long after I had finished cumming. She kissed and licked me all over, then she drew back her hair, lay her head on my chest, and we lay like that in the silence for a long while.
*****
And that was how we had stayed for what seemed like half an hour, talking in brief passages of intimacy. She showed me where some drops of my cum had escaped her mouth and were pearling her throat. More had dribbled down to her breasts.
