Everything about her is soft, sweet, and sexy. From her red hair to her long legs and beautiful tits, I can’t wait until I can see her fully naked.
She lifts her head and looks down into my face. Even before she speaks I see the mischief in her eyes. “Dear sir, I cannot reach your manhood in this position,” she deadpans.
I do my best not to laugh. “Pardon me, madam.” I gently roll her onto her side and then roll onto mine, so we’re facing each other. “Is this position more to your liking?”
“Very good.” She bats her eyelashes at me before reaching out to wrap her hand around my cock.
Oh, hell. It’s a damn good thing I got that towel because I have no doubt I’m going to make a mess again. How does she get me this excited? It’s not like I’m some horny teen touching a woman for the first time. But it sure feels like it with Serena. Maybe it’s the fact that we can’t have intercourse. Whatever it is, I like it.
No, I fuckinglovethe way it feels when she touches me.
She’s not tentative or unsure of herself. Her grip is firm but gentle, gliding up and down slowly and rhythmically. As if she already knows exactly what I like.
“If you keep this up, I’m not going to last.”
“Is there a reason for you to hold out?” she asks, her hand deftly stroking me into oblivion. She picks up speed but then slows down again, rubbing her thumb along the tip. I’m already leaking, and she rubs the moisture around the head.
“I think I need a taste,” she whispers. Before I realize her plans, she disappears beneath the covers and the next thing I know, she’s got me in her mouth.
“Angel…oh fuck.” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut against the pleasure already starting to zing down my spine. “Slow down…I don’t want…to come…yet.”
She does as I ask, lightening her touch and using the tip of hertongue to circle the head of my cock. She has a hand wrapped around the base, squeezing firmly while simultaneously kissing and teasing the head. This is glorious torture and my hips cant upward, pushing into her mouth. She takes this as me being ready for more and she sucks me so deep my eyes roll back.
Holy fuck.
She’s gorgeous, sexy, and is deep throating me. I feel my dick hit the back of her throat and everything spirals from there. One hand digs into her hair, holding her right where I want her as I drive into her mouth. It’s warm and wet, and she takes every inch expertly, allowing me to fuck her mouth the way I want to someday fuck her pussy.
“Fuck, Serena!” I growl through my orgasm, shooting hard and hot down her throat. And she swallows every drop.
I’m still reeling from one of the best blow jobs of my life when she pops her head back up, a very satisfied look on her face.
“How’s that for a hand job?” she asks.
“I need a minute,” I pant. “Because I might be dead.”
She laughs softly and moves into the crook of my arm. “Death wasn’t really the goal.”
“Neither was a blow job.”
“I couldn’t help myself. I really needed a taste.”
“Now I need to reciprocate.”
“Not tonight.” She shivers. “No way am I taking off any more clothes.”
I note that her skin has goosebumps and I hug her tighter. “Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you’re nice and warm.”
I’ve just pushed her onto her back when we hear the door click open.
“Mommy?” Joey’s voice is quiet, filled with worry. “Are you here?”
Serena sits up but covers herself with the sheet. “I’m right here, honey. What’s wrong?”
“I’m cold.”
“Okay. Hang on.” It’s dark, so I surreptitiously hold out her hoodie, and she pulls it over her head before sliding out of bed. She pads over to Joey and I can vaguely make out her picking him up, carrying him out of view.
I take the opportunity to hit the bathroom and clean up, making sure to put my pants back on.