remember when exactly I wrapped my legs around him, but I was definitely hanging off of his body while he was doing this to me. And I think that made it harder for him--like I instinctively knew how to tease him.
He didn’t just collapse on me like a lump of sweaty clay, either.
When he was done coming--during which he turned his face up to the ceiling--I think it was all he could do not to howl--he sat there, on all fours, with me hanging like a monkey beneath him, for the space of several minutes. And then he lifted me, ran his hands down the back of my body, like he was making sure I was all in one piece, and then he rolled.
Drawing me close to his chest, actually draping me over him like a fur blanket or something, half across his body, he snuggled me to him. It was very sweet. His arm kind of enfolded me, made me feel safe. I know he kissed my head. It made me smile to myself, wiggle my cheek against his pec, moan a little.
I have to say--it is the craziest thing. I know I keep saying that. But this sweat, this physical aroma--it is an addiction. The minute I gave him that little kiss, I started to swoon again. And I’m thinking--what the hell? Am I trying to catch up to the rest of the world in one stupid little night?
You bet I was. I was insatiable.
You could call it the night of my awakening. I never knew how much I could get into licking, but that’s when I took it up. Right then and there. Licking, sucking, kissing. One after another, they blended into each other. Before long, I think it probably sounded like I was having an orgasm. I know I groaned into his body time and time again.
I felt his fingers gently coaxing me, encouraging me--but not pushing. It was like--he couldn’t fight it, didn’t want to. So he let me. He sighed a few times. I kissed my way down and over his belly. When I got to the washboard, I felt him stiffen his arms. That gave me pause.
Turning my head, I looked at his maleness. Now, you can say what you want. He should have been limp and worn out, andnd I think it was, for a few minutes there. But I lay there with my head on his abdomen, breathing toward it, and it was like it came to life. The swelling was visible. Throbbing became apparent.
I pursed my lips, grinned, and thought, I wonder what will happen if I really blow?
I tried it out. I sent a little warm air toward it. Just a little puff. It rose up, just for a second, almost like it was seeking the wind.
Leer moved his legs. He asked with a chuckle, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing. Just--laying here.”
I stuck out my tongue, running it idly over the little tease of hair that curled up from the thing toward his belly button. His manhood rose again.
Leer chuckled and rubbed over the spot without thinking. “Quit teasing me.”
“You like that?” My head popped up.
He closed his eyes. “Yeah. I like that.”
“What? Blowing or licking?”
He shook his head a little, grinning. I know his eyeballs were rolling under the lids. “Both.”
“Leer?”
“Yeah?” He peeked at me.
“I don’t sleep around.”
He closed his eye. “That’s good to hear.”
I said, “Not that you’re gonna wanna come back again or anything.”
His whole body tensed. His toes even curled for a minute or two. Eventually, he said, “Who says I don’t wanna come again?”
I giggled.
He didn’t get his own joke.
I said, “No. I mean--there’s no obligation. Ya know?”
He didn’t say anything for a long time. I thought he’d fallen back asleep.
So, when he said quietly, “Did you forget what I told you earlier?”
Yeah, I did. I asked, “What?”
He said, “I told you--I’m gonna get you pregnant tonight.”
I laughed--but the laugh kinda broke off in
He didn’t just collapse on me like a lump of sweaty clay, either.
When he was done coming--during which he turned his face up to the ceiling--I think it was all he could do not to howl--he sat there, on all fours, with me hanging like a monkey beneath him, for the space of several minutes. And then he lifted me, ran his hands down the back of my body, like he was making sure I was all in one piece, and then he rolled.
Drawing me close to his chest, actually draping me over him like a fur blanket or something, half across his body, he snuggled me to him. It was very sweet. His arm kind of enfolded me, made me feel safe. I know he kissed my head. It made me smile to myself, wiggle my cheek against his pec, moan a little.
I have to say--it is the craziest thing. I know I keep saying that. But this sweat, this physical aroma--it is an addiction. The minute I gave him that little kiss, I started to swoon again. And I’m thinking--what the hell? Am I trying to catch up to the rest of the world in one stupid little night?
You bet I was. I was insatiable.
You could call it the night of my awakening. I never knew how much I could get into licking, but that’s when I took it up. Right then and there. Licking, sucking, kissing. One after another, they blended into each other. Before long, I think it probably sounded like I was having an orgasm. I know I groaned into his body time and time again.
I felt his fingers gently coaxing me, encouraging me--but not pushing. It was like--he couldn’t fight it, didn’t want to. So he let me. He sighed a few times. I kissed my way down and over his belly. When I got to the washboard, I felt him stiffen his arms. That gave me pause.
Turning my head, I looked at his maleness. Now, you can say what you want. He should have been limp and worn out, andnd I think it was, for a few minutes there. But I lay there with my head on his abdomen, breathing toward it, and it was like it came to life. The swelling was visible. Throbbing became apparent.
I pursed my lips, grinned, and thought, I wonder what will happen if I really blow?
I tried it out. I sent a little warm air toward it. Just a little puff. It rose up, just for a second, almost like it was seeking the wind.
Leer moved his legs. He asked with a chuckle, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing. Just--laying here.”
I stuck out my tongue, running it idly over the little tease of hair that curled up from the thing toward his belly button. His manhood rose again.
Leer chuckled and rubbed over the spot without thinking. “Quit teasing me.”
“You like that?” My head popped up.
He closed his eyes. “Yeah. I like that.”
“What? Blowing or licking?”
He shook his head a little, grinning. I know his eyeballs were rolling under the lids. “Both.”
“Leer?”
“Yeah?” He peeked at me.
“I don’t sleep around.”
He closed his eye. “That’s good to hear.”
I said, “Not that you’re gonna wanna come back again or anything.”
His whole body tensed. His toes even curled for a minute or two. Eventually, he said, “Who says I don’t wanna come again?”
I giggled.
He didn’t get his own joke.
I said, “No. I mean--there’s no obligation. Ya know?”
He didn’t say anything for a long time. I thought he’d fallen back asleep.
So, when he said quietly, “Did you forget what I told you earlier?”
Yeah, I did. I asked, “What?”
He said, “I told you--I’m gonna get you pregnant tonight.”
I laughed--but the laugh kinda broke off in
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