She smiled as she sashayed closer, then removed his jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Next, she reached for the buttons on his shirt and noticed her hands were shaking. Somehow, she managed to get all of them undone without ripping off a button or two. Brexton shrugged out of the garment, and she couldn’t help but admire the broad expanse of his chest.
He leaned down to remove his boots and socks, then reached for his belt, but he hesitated. His gaze locked onto hers, as if asking her a question. She nodded and watched as he unbuckled his belt then unfastened his pants. Anxious to see all of him, Blossom helped remove his pants but couldn’t help but stare at his boxer briefs, They were molded to him perfectly, leaving nothing to the imagination. Yeah, he was definitely big everywhere.
She felt herself grow slick as he pulled off his underwear and stood before her completely naked and unashamed. Not that he had a damn thing to be ashamed of. Blossom had never seen a more beautiful man in all her life. She reached out to touch him, letting her fingers trace along every muscle. His cock was already hard with pre-cum beading on the head, and it jerked as she trailed her fingers down his abdomen.
“Blossom, I want this night to be perfect, but I… I don’t know how long I’ll last, and if you keep touching me like that, it may be over far too soon.”
“What do you need me to do?” she asked, looking up at him.
He glanced at the bed over her shoulder before looking down at her again.
She reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock, giving it a stroke. “What if I made you come first? Could you get hard a second time, maybe last a little longer once some pressure was relieved?” she asked.
“I pretty much stay hard when you’re near me,” he said, giving her a thrill that he reacted so strongly to her.
“Anyone ever put their mouth on you?” she asked. “Here?”
She tugged on his cock again and he groaned, his eyes sliding shut a moment before locking on hers again.
“No. The sexual scenes in my movies are actually filmed with me wearing underwear that matches my skin tone, and same for the female leads. I have refused to get completely naked for any movie.”
“Is that why the covers never go lower than your waist in all your movies?”
He nodded.
“I’m the first woman to see you like this? To touch you?” she asked.
“Yes. The only one who ever will,” he said.
“I wish I could give you that gift,” she said wistfully. Her lack of virginity had never been a big deal to her, until now. What if she’d waited for Brexton? Would they have still met even if she hadn’t been a single mom in trouble?
“Blossom, you’re perfect just the way you are, and I would never wish your children away. They’re a part of you and I will love them as if they were my own.”
She cupped his cheek and leaned up to kiss him. Brexton had to lean down to meet her partway since he was so tall, but he seemed just as eager for her kiss. When she drew away, she knelt at his feet and heard him suck in a sharp breath. Blossom licked her lips, then stroked his cock with her tongue. He murmured something she didn’t understand, and she wondered if it was his native language. When she sucked him into her mouth, he groaned and his entire body shuddered.
“Blossom…” Brexton threaded his fingers through her hair.
He didn’t force her to take more of him, just seemed to like holding onto her. Blossom accepted as much of him as she could, then she took a breath and relaxed her throat, until she’d taken the rest of his cock. She sucked at his shaft, curling her tongue around him, her head bobbing until he exploded in her mouth. His cum tasted sweet and she swallowed every drop.
“I never imagined…” he trailed off and tugged on her hair until she looked up at him. “Thank you, sweet mate. You didn’t have to do that. I’ve heard some of the females complain that it’s distasteful.”
She smiled and stood up. “Brexton, that was far from ‘distasteful.’ I liked making you come, and you taste sweet, almost like there’s sugar in your cum.”
His cheeks flushed a darker shade of purple and she led him over to the bed. Lying back, she bent her knees, spread her thighs, and beckoned him closer. He knelt between her legs, his hands caressing her. His gaze locked on her pussy and she was glad that she’d kept it trimmed, even if she hadn’t had sex in a while. Yes, she’d lived with Mike, but he’d quickly lost interest in her sexually.
He lightly ran a finger down the lips of her pussy. “Your natural color is brown.”
She felt her cheeks burn. “Um, yeah. I call it mouse brown, which is why I dye it. I like bright colors, and it’s inexpensive -- one of the few things I can afford for myself. I’ve heard of women dying their hair down there, or their underarms, but I think I’ll pass. I’d just have it all waxed off, but I haven’t had the money for that.”
“Waxed?” His brow lowered and he glowered at her. “You would let another man see you like this?”
“What? No! It would be a woman who did it. At a salon.”
The tension eased from him as he stared down at her pussy again. “If you want to try this waxing, I would be happy to cover the cost. My money is now your money, mate. And I must admit, I’m curious what you would look like, or feel like completely bare.”
Well that settled it. She’d make an appointment in the morning.
“Am I permitted to taste you the way you did for me?” he asked.
