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Another minute of that combo and I’m a goner. I wait as long as I can, but once I feel my balls tighten, I speak up. “Can we slow down a minute so I don’t end the lesson too early?”
She pauses her hand movements and lifts her head off me. “Sorry. So, it was okay?”
“More than okay. There’s literally nothing you could do wrong in this department. I was on the edge.”
She smiles in response and sits back on her knees, her hand falling off me.
“I want to put you in my mouth. Try to, anyway.”
I nod, but instead of moving her face towards me, she brings her right hand up and slides her index finger in a line down my dick. “And this vein. I want to lick it.”
My dick twitches at the thought. “Do it.”
She bends down towards me, grasping my dick again and tracing the pulsing vein leisurely with her tongue.
“Damn, that’s hot,” I gasp out.
She repeats the movement one more time, and I’m as hard as I’ve ever been, leaking pre-cum from my tip.
As she pulls up briefly, a determined expression marks her face. She sinks back down and takes me in her mouth. The sight of Grace, my Goldie, filled with me, combined with the warm, wet sensation of her mouth, is almost too overwhelming.
And then she starts to move up and down with her head, with her hand at my base stroking the inches her mouth doesn’t reach. It feels so damn good, and I gently place a hand on her head for reassurance.
“Like that, Goldie. Just like that. That warm little mouth is going to make me come.” She responds by beginning to play with her tongue as she moves. Swirling, stroking, and pushing me closer to going over the edge.
I truly meant what I said, anything she does is going to work for me. The “lesson” doesn’t involve much instruction at this point, but frankly I’d rather let her be empowered to explore what she enjoys.
Because I’m going to come no matter what. I can’t believe I’ve lasted this long. As I feel the tell-tale pull of my balls, I warn her, “I’m about to, if you want to stop it’s okay.”
She shakes her head—and I take that as permission to let go. With a moan, I shoot out my release in her mouth, andfuck me, she takes every drop.
She stays in place as I let out a few last jets, her tongue now lapping at me again.
Eventually, it gets too sensitive, and I gently guide her head away. “I just need to recover for a minute.”
She looks proud.Good.
I lie back on my bed and pat the open spot next to me, where she lies down too. She reaches over and plays with my hair while we enjoy the quiet in each other's company.
After a couple of minutes of rest, I look over at her and realize she’s still fully dressed, while I’m lying here naked.
“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” I say to her.
“Take them off me, then.”
Oh hell, yes I will. I start making a plan of attack.
“Do I get to taste you tonight, Goldie? Because I’m definitely going to reciprocate, and I’d prefer to do it with my mouth.”
Her hand strokes through my hair again but then stops in the middle of the motion and tugs.
“Yes.” She lets go of my hair.
I roll over and hover a few inches away, locking our eyes. “Did you like that? Because tug away while I get to work here.”
“Uh-huh,” she says, smiling.
I pick her up and turn her body so her head is on a pillow. Lifting her shirt up slightly, I expose her stomach, her creamy skin covering defined muscles, a sign of her hard work. Leaning down, I kiss her right above her belly button, then on it, then right below.
