“Long as it doesn’t hurt too bad. It does, you tell me. We’ll take a break.”
She’s quiet a moment. “I…I want it again. The lovemaking with you.” Her voice is quiet. “It was magical. And I…it is all I have been thinking about, all of the day.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.”
She nuzzles closer, burrowing deeper into my arms. “I will wait.”
* * *
I wake up gradually,like I seem to do with Anjalee. Slowly, I filter to consciousness. Then, I become aware of sensations.
Warmth.
Wetness.
Intense pleasure.
I open my eyes and see the sleeping bag moving. I lift it, and Anjalee pauses in what she’s doing, looking up at me with wide dark eyes innocent, her sweet soft mouth still wrapped around my cock.
“Babe?”
She says nothing. Just grabs my hands and places them on her head, in her hair, and slides her hot wet mouth down my shaft again.
Fuck.
I gasp, hips lifting, and she uses her hand to stroke my cock while her lips suction around me. Her other hand cradles my balls.
“Jesus, Anj. Shit, shit.”
She bats at the sleeping bag, and I unzip it so she can shove it aside. I lift my ass, and she yanks at my boxer briefs, tugging them down around my knees and out of the way, all without slowing her mouth.
I feel myself rising near climax already. “Anj, babe—I ain’t awake enough to stop you.”
She only moves faster, taking me harder—the noise is loud and sloppy, and she seems to get off on that. I groan, flex my hips, and she takes this as encouragement, whimpering as if she’s enjoying this as much as I am. Not fuckin’ likely, but it sure is sexy.
I have no chance of stopping it, and no chance of holding back. I can only ride through it, gasping frantically as she mouths my cock, tongue swirling, pumping her fist around the root.
“Anjalee—fuck, fuck, fuck.” I grip her hair. “I’m gonna come, Anj. I gotta come. I gotta come, honey.”
She murmurs, a somewhat affirmative sound, and takes me deeper into her mouth. I know she feels me preparing to come—the way my ass lifts, shoving my cock into her mouth, lifting and tipping and flexing and fluttering, and I know she must feel the way I pulse. Hears it in my feral, wordless groan. She just keeps going.
“Oh fuck, honey, Anj, baby—oh fuck, I’m coming.” I force my eyes open, watching her black hair glint in the predawn pink-gray light as her head bobs, slowing now, instead of faster. “You gonna take it, Anj? You gonna take my cum?”
I have no control. Not over my words, not over my actions.
I feel it pulse out of me, and I see stars bursting behind my eyes, and I feel my spine arch, and hear myself groaning low and ragged.
“Anj, Anj, fuck—Anjalee, my love. Fuck!” The last word is drawn out into a gusting growl as I come and I come and I come down her throat.
She swallows as if she’s done this a hundred times instead of only once, her soft warm hand stroking me and pumping me, the other gently cradling my balls, her mouth sliding down until I know I must be nudging at the back of her throat, or close to it.
She swallows every last drop of my cum, and keeps going. Sucking, licking, moving, until the stars burst again and something like static drowns out my thoughts and everything that is me, until I’m nothing but a helpless puddle of something that used to be a man.
Finally, eventually, I hear her let my cock go with a noisy wet slurpingpop. She crawls up my body and lies on me, giving me all of her weight. I take it, clumsily clawing at her naked body with a limp, boneless hand.
“Good morning,” she murmurs, sounding pleased with herself.
“Gluh.” It’s all I can manage.
