And now she can’t take any more of me—almost half my length is in her mouth and throat, more than I thought anyone could take. I groan, a ragged, broken sound. She pulls backward the merest amount, and then her mouth nudges against me. Another slide backward, more this time. Then back toward the root. Further, now. Again, and again, sliding further back each time before gorging deep, until her lips suction around my glans and her tongue swirls in maddening circles against my tip.
The pounding heat she’s building within me crashes to a crescendo, pressure throbbing in my balls and bashing through my cock until I’m grunting with the effort to hold back, wanting to make this last as long as possible, wanting to feel her incredible mouth around me until the last possible instant.
She knows I’m there. She takes as much of me as she can in one slow, smooth movement, then swallows around me with a rippling of her throat muscles around my shaft. That is my undoing.
“Oh god, oh fuck, oh my god, Annika, Nikki—oh fuck, I love you oh god I fucking love you—” I have no idea what I’m saying, the words torn out of me beyond my control. “I’m coming, I can’t stop it, oh fuck, Nikki, I’m coming—oh fuck oh fuck ohhhhhhhfuck!”
She swallows around me as I detonate inside the hot wet wonder of her mouth. I hear her gulp, and then she’s bobbing on me in slow, methodical, steady slides of her lips down the length of my cock, taking my cum as it bursts out of me. Her mouth retreats to suck around my head, and stars burst and blink behind my shut eyes. Her massaging fingers squeeze around my balls as I orgasm, massaging and kneading, and I swear she somehow manages to suck and squeeze another orgasm out of me. I arch off the bed, and she takes my unexpected movement in stride, waiting until I’ve settled back down to the bed. She wraps one hand around my shaft and pumps me hard and fast, and her other hand squeezes my balls, one finger laying against the very root of my sac and driving in, where I’ve never been touched before, almost but not quite pressing into me. When all I do in response is groan helplessly, spasming up off the bed again, she does push the tip of her finger inside me, and the clashing exploding mind-melting intensity of my orgasm splinters and expands into exponential universes of ecstasy hitherto unknown.
Another spasm of cum is wrenched out of me, and the stars bursting behind my eyes multiply until I’m spinning, dizzy. I’m floating, I’m flying.
And still she doesn’t stop.
She milks yet more out of me, bobbing down unexpectedly as far as she can and then back to sucking around my head again, pumping, tongue licking in swirls, her fingertip pulsing in and out of me, pushing this endless orgasm further and further with ruthless enthusiasm.
A breath I didn’t know I was holding explodes out of me in a gusting groan, and my spine bows, arching me off the bed.
Finally, just when I think maybe I can’t take any more, she releases the suction of her mouth around my cock, taking me in her hand and stroking my length, caressing simply for the sake of affection, kissing here and there on my shaft. Slowly, carefully, she pulls her fingertip out, and now my entire body is limp and boneless and I’m gasping, panting breathlessly as if I’d just finished a ten-mile uphill ruck with full gear.
She rests her cheek on my thigh and gazes at me with that sweet, tender love in her eyes, a pleased, proud, cat-got-the-milk smile playing on her lips. She’s still idly caressing my cock, more for her own pleasure at merely touching me than for any other reason. “Hi there.”
“Jesus.” It’s a raw, hoarse grunt. I’m still spinning.
She giggles. “Good?”
I stare at her, boggling. “Jeeee-sus, Nik.”
She giggles again. “Did I break you?”
I rub at my face, my eyes, shake my head to clear it of the stars and the dizziness. “Yes.” I let out a groaning sigh, shaking my head again. “What—god, I can’t even talk. What prompted that?”
“I woke up and you were hard. So…I gave myself a little present.” She rubs her hands up my thighs, around my cock and up to my belly, back down to my thighs.
“You gaveyourselfa little present?” I let out a bark of laughter.
“Mmmm-hmmm. That was for me.” She gives me that smile again, nuzzling my now-soft shaft with her nose, kisses. “I wanted to give you the best blowjob you’ve ever had.”
“You’re not making any sense.Youwanted to givemethe best blowjob I’ve ever had…as a present toyourself?”
She laughs, a light trill. “Yep.”
“How is that for you, rather than me?”
“Well, you see, I woke up horny, and you had a beautiful hard-on. And I was just laying there listening to you sleep, looking at this huge, gorgeous cock, and I just…wanted it. I wanted to taste you. Touch you. Make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.” She shakes her head. “I don’t know, Chance. You’ve done something to me. I always had a healthy sex drive, you know? Like I was a normal teenage girl, did all the usual sexual explorations. Hooked up in my early twenties. But my focus was always volleyball. My training. My team, and then Kelly. The games. Tryouts. I never really felt the need for a boyfriend, and sex always came second to my game. And then all that shit happened, and it all shut down.Ishut down. And now you’ve woken me up, and it’s like…” A shake of her head, looking for the right wording. “It’s like all that time I was shut down and ignoring my body and not having sex, it wasn’tgone,it was just…simmering. Like a pot set to boil but on very low heat. And now that I’m aware of my body, aware of my sexuality, I mean, it’s like it’s all coming back. All the time I was shut down, all that need was building up and gathering inside me, and it’s all expressing itselfnow.With you. Does that make any sense?”
I shrug, nod. “Sure. I get that. But what you just did…babe, fuck, I fuckin’ swear I saw god himself.”
She laughs. “That’s exactly what I wanted.” She frowns, an adorable quirk of her lips and furrowing of her brow. “I can’t explain what I was feeling, other than it felt like a craving.Thatkind of a craving, except instead of drugs, I needed you. I needed your cock. Your cock is my drug, now.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Well, babe, you can get your fix ofthatdrug whenever you want.”
“And do you have any idea how happy that makes me? How happyyoumake me?”
“Yeah, I do, because you give that to me, too. You make me happier than I ever knew a person could get.”
She just smiles again. “Also, honestly, Chance…part of it was simply that you have the most perfect, the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen in my life, anywhere, ever, and I just had to…worship it.” She shrugs, a svelte, sleek roll of one shoulder.
I rumble a husky laugh. “You sure know how to make a guy feel good about himself.”
