Like a Memory

If I was naked right now this would be perfect.

“Bliss,” he said my name against my skin as his mouth moved from mine to trailed kisses down my neck. I arched against him and his hand slid under my dress and moved further up my body caressing my stomach before covering my breast. Nate had touched me here before. But then I’d been young and we had experimented mostly. Not really known what to do. I still didn’t.

My legs fell open so that he could fit inside them closer. And I could feel more. Instead he moved back away from me and I started to protest just before he took the hem of my dress and jerked it up my body. I lifted my arms so he could take it off me without needing to be told.

His shirt followed then he began unfastening his pants. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to look but I was fascinated with watching him. I’d never seen a man naked. This would be my first. Just like everything he did Nate had his jeans off with a smooth ease that wasn’t awkward at all. It should have been but it wasn’t.

Then he was back over me. His boxer briefs still in place. My panties and bra still there as barriers. I didn’t want a barrier. I wanted to feel it all. But the thrill of the skin on skin contact I did get had me forgetting everything else.

Nate kissed my stomach and the curves of my breasts before reaching around and unhooking the offending object to discard it. Now I felt naked. Bared. He stared at me a moment and during that time I wanted to cover myself. What if I wasn’t enough? What if I didn’t meet his expectations?

“This . . . is better than I imagined. And I imagined it a lot. A whole fucking lot.”

I smiled then. It was as if he knew what I needed to hear. The sweet reassurance made me love him more.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said as he reached for my panties and began to move them down my legs. “So I’ll be leaving my boxers on.”

I could tell him that I’d never get pregnant. I couldn’t. I had survived cancer but it had taken so much from me. The one thing that hurt the most was that I’d never be able to carry a child inside me. Reminding him of my sickness at this moment. I didn’t want to do that.

My thoughts had started to go dark with that reminder when he moved my legs over his shoulders. This I knew . . . I’d read about it in books. I was aware of what he was doing but I was suddenly terrified.

He didn’t give me long to think it through before his tongue touched my center and my hips bucked off the lounger and a cry of pleasure came from my mouth. All the reasons this scared me were gone. I grabbed the back of his head with my hands and held him there. Not caring if that was wrong or if I was doing something I shouldn’t. I would do whatever he wanted if he’d just keep kissing me there. Tasting me. I knew what an orgasm was. I’d given myself plenty. So I recognized what my body was climbing toward. However, it had never felt like this. My fingers never brought my body to this trembling ball of explosives that were threatening to ignite at any time. I wanted it and then I also wanted this to go on forever. I was torn between what it would bring me and wanting to keep feeling this.

He ran a hand up my inner thigh and pushed my legs open further exposing me completely to him. Watching his head buried there was all I could take. The release that came was like nothing I’d ever known. I cried his name over and over as my body went from trembling to shaking.

His mouth thankfully released me or I was sure I’d die from the sensitive pressure it left behind. He kissed his way back up my body and then he tucked his face in my neck.

“Jesus, you taste good.”

“And you . . . uh,” I had to pause to catch my breath. “You’re really good at that.”

He chuckled again my skin. “Thanks.”

I could still feel his erection against my hip.

“I can . . . um . . . do the same.” How did one ask to give a guy a blow job? And was I even going to know what I was doing? Did I lick it? Or did you really suck it like a lollypop? I wished I knew more. Wasn’t so damn clueless.

“Bliss,” he said lifting his head to look at me. “Are you offering to suck my dick?”

That was one way to put it. I nodded.

He didn’t move for a moment. I was torn between hoping he said no thanks because I wasn’t sure how this worked to being worried he didn’t want me to because I had done something to turn him off.

“If I was a gentleman I’d say no that’s okay. You don’t have to but fuck that,” he said moving back and pulling off his boxers. His erection stood straight and it was huge. I mean I had never actually seen a penis but I didn’t realize they were so large. How was I supposed to get that all in my mouth?

“There is nothing more I’d rather see in this life than your head over my lap with your mouth full of my cock.”

The area between my legs came back to life after already having its turn at fun. Why was Nate talking dirty exciting me?

Nate Finlay

I STILL HAD the taste of her orgasm in my mouth as Bliss lowered her head over my dick. If I’d had a fucking condom I would have her sweet ass bent over and I’d be buried inside that wet pussy right now. But I didn’t.

Her tongue slid over the head and I shook. I sure as hell couldn’t take her teasing me. It was taking all my willpower not to grab her head and shove that sexy little mouth down over my cock. I didn’t want to choke her . . . well, now that was a lie. The idea of chocking her with my dick was exciting. Hearing her gag with it in her throat was hot as hell. But she seemed nervous. I didn’t want to scare her. Because she might stop and Jesus, I didn’t want her to stop.

Her tongue trailed down each side and my hands were literally trembling. I balled them into fists. I’d had my dick sucked a lot and by some pros but none of them compared to it being Bliss. Even if she hadn’t actually sucked it yet. Her prep work was about to kill me.

After she had thoroughly licked it and I was on the verge of begging her to stick it in her mouth she tilted her head back and looked up at me. “I’ve . . . do I . . . is this right? Or do I actually suck on it?” her cheeks were flushed and her words slowly sank in. She’d never done this before.

The image of Bliss’s mouth being on some other guy’s dick wasn’t appealing and now knowing it never had been thrilled me. It shouldn’t. She wasn’t mine but damn I liked this.

I touched her head gently. “Slowly put it in your mouth. Get as much in it as you can take then suck it.”

Explaining this to her was a fucking turn on. As if I needed anything more to make me want her. She put both her hands on it and then finally my dick sank into her mouth. The wet warmth and the way her tongue flicked it as it moved deeper felt incredible.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Fuck! That was it. I touched her head but I didn’t let myself shove down on it like I wanted to.

She continued to do as I told her and with each groan and word of praise out of my mouth she got more sure of herself. Soon she was taking me deeper in her throat and I knew I couldn’t shoot my load in her mouth. Not if this was her first time. But damn the image of it made my cock throb.

“Fuck, Bliss, yeah baby,” I was lost in a level of heaven I didn’t want to leave. Ever. What would happen tomorrow and the future didn’t seem to matter anymore. Not when Bliss was sucking on the head and jacking me off with her hand.

Squeezing my eyes shut I tried to hold off. I didn’t want to end this but the end was there and I grab my dick and move her head back. “I’m coming,” I managed to get out just as my load erupted all over her bare chest. She watched me coat her tits with such wide-eyed innocence I came just little harder at the sight of it.