“Do you want me to touch it?” I ask, my voice quiet.
“Desperately.”
I hop off the table, and we kneel facing each other. I bring my hands to the ties at his waist, swiftly undoing them and pulling his pants down, releasing his cock.
It’s enormous, with a milky pearl at the tip. I try to remember what to do, but draw a blank.
“Show me how…”
He brings my hand to his length, which feels like hard velvet. I give it a light rub, and he groans, encouraging me to continue.
I move up and down his shaft, reveling in the feeling of power I have over him.
His breathing turns to a pant, and he pulls my hand off to spit in my palm.
“Oh…”
I grab him again, tugging up and down the length, enjoying the look on his face as his features twist in a mixture of bliss and torture.
“Would you like me to lick it?” I ask.
His eyes pop open, bulging.
“I’m probably not very good, but I could try.”
“Please…”
“How do you like it?”
He shrugs. “I do not know.”
“You mean you’ve never had sex?”
He gives an annoyed snort. “I have mated well, but I have never had a woman offer me her mouth.”
“Would you like me to go ask Elena or Meg what to do?”
His eyes flicker with torment.
“I was just kidding.”
I grab his cock in both my hands and bend, bringing my mouth to the tip.
“Sweet Tempest,” he sighs as my mouth envelopes his head. The pearly liquid on top is salty and sweet, more agreeable than I thought it would be.
I work my way down as much as I can, trying my best to please him. Judging by the way he’s panting, his fingers threading through my hair, his hips softly jerking, I’d say I’m doing a decent job. Which makes me want to do it more.
Ever since we were told we must couple with the men, I thought of what this might be like, always scrunching my nose at the act.
Now that I’m actually doing it, I can’t help but move faster and harder, excited to bring Ramsey pleasure.
It’s a confusing sensation. One I could grow addicted to.
That is, if I ever get to do it again.
Just under his cock is an enormous sac. I reach down with one hand, cupping it, feeling two large egg-like ovals.
He hisses, his breath growing choppy, his fingers starting to dig.
