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“It’s just you. You’re the whole package, Goldie.”
She kisses the side of my cheek, and I tilt my head to capture her lips directly.
Just that simple kiss, and the intimacy of the moment, sparks my desire for more from her. I lift my right hand to her chin and connect our mouths again. She opens for me immediately, and twists closer to bring her hands to my sides, their warmth sending ripples across my lower body.
Her tongue pushes into my mouth, and I let her explore with the kiss.
She may not think of it this way, but it’s reassuring how muchshe’s into us when she takes control. A little physical feedback. I love it.
After a few minutes when we’re lost in the kiss, she pulls her head back.
“Don’t think I forgot what I picked tonight,” she says, a grin planted on her face.
A low chuckle escapes me. “Goldie, how could I…”
Suddenly she’s dropping to her knees, landing right in front of where I sit on the bed.
Oh fuck.
“I’m ready for you to teach me.” Her hands come up to my waistband. “Okay?”
“Yeah, definitely okay.”
She undoes the snap on my shorts, and then the zipper. I stand up to make things easier, and she pulls them off.
I’m left in my gray boxers. “You match the room,” she teases.
“Haha.” I really need to get some color in here.
“Let’s take those off too.” Her eyes are right on my erection, which has grown in anticipation of what’s to come. She sweeps the boxers off me after I dip my head in agreement.
My dick is already almost fully hard, and bobs against my leg. “Sit,” she says in a focused voice.
I follow her instructions. “Have you done this before?” I ask softly. I don’t want her to feel too much pressure. Anything she does is going to be amazing.
“Uh huh, a couple of times, but not well, I don’t think.” She peers up at my face. “How should I start?”
Those beautiful hazel eyes look so intent on success here. I’m a lot less worried than she is, knowing she’s going to knock this out of the park. It’s going to be a miracle just to last when her mouth is on me.
“First, wrap your hand around me. Firmly. You won’t hurt it.”
She reaches up and grasps my dick, which in a matter of seconds goes fully hard. “Like this?”
“Damn, yes, perfect. Now you can add to what your mouth is doing by stroking me.” She tests out my words, and shit if I’m not dying to keep control already. Her hand moves up and down four times, and even without any lubrication, it feels fucking incredible.
I gently stop her hand with my own. “That’s great for now, so I can last.”
She looks pleased that her actions worked so well. “What’s next?”
“Do you want to take the tip in your mouth?” She doesn’t reply, just moves to wrap her mouth around the head of my dick. And then she sucks, on instinct.
A spike of pleasure runs through me immediately. “Shit, that feels good.”
A few more sucks are followed by a lick of my slit. And then another lick.
Fuck, my control is slipping, and she’s barely started.
“Grace, you’re a natural,” I huff out. She responds with a hum and begins to move her hand again along my shaft, while continuing to work the head with her mouth.
