“What a way to wake up,” he sighs, with a sleepy grin.
“I wanted to thank you for saving me. For always being my hero. Well, I still want to thank you,” I explain in a sultry voice.
His brows furrow in confusion, only to shoot up when my palm makes contact with his hardness over his boxers.
“Sunshine, what are you doing?” he groans.
“I want to thank you in a special way. I want to make you feel good. I want… I want to take you in my mouth,” I explain, trying to not make it sound crude.
“Fuuuck, sunshine. You don’t have to do that.” The struggle in his voice is evident.
“Please, héroe. I want to do this for you,” I beg. “And I’m curious. I’ve never done this before.”
“If you’re sure, then I’ll guide you through it. But know you don’t have to.” His voice is strained.
I get off of him and crawl down the bed until I’m situated between his legs. I go to pull down his boxer briefs, and he helps me by lifting his hips. When his length springs forward, I gulp through my anxiety and grip it with my hand.
I can do this.
He slides up the bed until he’s sitting against the headboard.
I try to rub up and down, but despite my inexperience, I know it’s too dry.
“It needs to be wet, right?” I ask him, blushing at my greenness.
“Yes, sunshine. You can spit on it, or I can spit on my hand,” he offers.
“No, not you. I want to be the one to do it,” I say fiercely.
I need to be the one. I want to do this for him. On my own.
I look up and see his eyes widen.
“Okay, sunshine. That’d be great.” He swallows hard and stares at me.
I move until I hover over him. I look down at his large size, open my mouth, and spit.
I watch as it drips onto him and see him tighten.
“Fuck, Cecilia. You’re going to be the death of me,” he says through gritted teeth.
I look up and smile, knowing I feel the same.
Chapter 49
Roman
I watch as her spit lands on my cock, and I can’t hold back my groan.
It’s the most beautiful sight, aside from her pussy swallowing me.
She moves her hand up, collects the saliva, and moves it down my hardness, spreading it. Soaking me.
I already feel close to the edge just from her touch, but I won’t let myself come too soon. I know she wouldn’t think less of me, but fuck, it’d be too embarrassing.
“How… how do I do it?” she asks, flustered.
Fuck she’s so innocent. So pure. The fact that I’m the first man, her first experience in everything, fills me with a pride I can’t begin to explain. I’m forever her man. The only man who will ever touch this goddess.
