“Careful,” he shifted in my grasp. “The balls are way different from the cock; you have to be gentle.”
“Oh, right, I forgot. These little guys are sensitive. Noted.”
With tender fingers, I lightly stroked his balls and felt the weight to them. They weren’t giant, by any means, and he was cleanly shaven, so that wasn’t a problem. They were actually kind of fun to play with, kind of like marbles in a Ziploc bag full of water.
Remembering what Henry told me about the perineum, I smiled to myself and glided my hand to the back of his balls, but came up short when I noticed he was sitting too upright.
“Can you slide down the bed a little and spread your legs more?” I asked.
“You’re not doing a lady doctor exam or anything, are you?”
“No, why on earth would I do that?”
“I have no clue,” he chuckled, as he did what I told him.
At that moment, I looked down at him while his hands went behind his head and his eyes landed on mine. He was giving his entire body up to me for my perusal, for my study, and I knew no other man would have been half as amazing, patient, and understanding as Henry has been through this whole process. He’d taken the role of best friend to a whole new level.
Just as I was about to run my hands up my thighs, my phone rang in my purse that was now sitting on the floor. I looked over at it, wondering who would be calling me, but with a tug to my arm, Henry pulled me back.
“Stay with me, Rosie.”
Nodding, I positioned myself between his legs and lowered my head to his cock.
“I’m going to try putting it in my mouth. I can’t make you any promises. Last time I did this, I threw up.”
“Well, if you feel like throwing up, let me know. I’ll hold your hair back for you.” He winked up at me, making my heart stutter in my chest.
Gah, I instantly started to feel myself fall for the man, just like that, with a little wink I was his. I shook my head of the damning thoughts and focused at the task at hand…well, I guess mouth, now.
I grabbed ahold of his cock with one hand and lowered my mouth until it was a whisper from my lips. With a lick to wet my now drying lips, I opened my mouth and descended down upon his member. I could feel my mouth trying to stretch around him, and thought to myself how on earth did girls manage to hold their jaw open for so long? Mine was on his cock for a second and my jaw was already screaming at me.
I could feel my teeth against his skin, knowing biting the dick wasn’t a good idea, so I took a deep breath, relaxed my face and opened wider.
To my surprise, I was able to move his cock further in my mouth. It wasn’t gross like I thought it would be; it just felt like I was trying to suck on a warm, fleshy Popsicle.
Fleshy Popsicle, probably not the best of terms to use in my book, but spot on when talking to girlfriends. I filed that away for when I talked to Jenny or Delaney.
Breathing out of my nose, I lightly sucked on Henry’s penis. I wouldn’t say I was the best at it. I wouldn’t even say I was subpar, as I couldn’t control the drool that seeped out of my mouth or the constant gag reflex that threatened me every moment his cock was parked in my mouth, but I could see by the way Henry’s muscles flexed that I was actually pleasuring him somehow.
Wanting to pull out some of my tricks that Henry had taught me, to impress him and show him that I was listening, I decided to try the hummer.
Now, I knew nothing about a hummer; I hadn’t read about it in any of my novels, so I wasn’t quite sure how to process such a sexual action, but from what Henry described to me, I just hummed while my mouth was on his dick. Simple enough.
Taking in some air through my nose, I started to hum.
“Hm, hm, hmm, hm, hm, hmm, hm, hm, hmm, hm, hmmmm.”
In the middle of my humming, Henry sat up and looked at me with a quizzical eyebrow.
“Are you humming…Jingle Bells?”
“Yeah, wuts wung wi what?” I asked, dick still in my mouth.
“Hey, don’t talk with your mouth full of dick,” Henry scolded, while pulling my mouth off his dick and laughing.
“What’s wrong? Did you not like the song? It’s the first thing that came to mind. I can try some Britney Spears if that works better for you?”
“This isn’t the game Cranium, Rosie. I’m not trying to guess what song you’re humming on my dick. You’re just supposed to hum, nothing in particular.”
“Well, where’s the fun in that? I think that’s a new game we should introduce to the world, guess that song. The girl hums a song on the guy’s dick, and he gets two guesses; if he guesses wrong, he has to hum on her nipples…damn, I bet that would feel good.”
“I bet it would feel better on your clit,” Henry said, while wiggling his eyebrows.
“Umm,” I stuttered, making him laugh.
“Just hum, Rosie. No tunes.”
“Got it,” I said, as we both got back into position.
Not humming a song this time, I went back to business as Henry guided me.
“Now, when you have your mouth on a penis that you can’t fully take in, you want to use one of your hands to stroke the base of the cock, that way the guy is fully pleasured. The tip is nice to be played with, but squeezing the base of the cock is…fuck yes, just like that,” Henry praised, as I squeezed his base and stroked it while I hummed against his penis.
“Fuck, yes, Rosie,” he said, his head moving against his pillow.
Feeling confident again, my spare hand started its journey back down south to find the perineum. I rolled his balls in my hand for a second, giving them a little love, until my fingers traveled a little further south, looking for that special spot. I watched with fascination as Henry’s eyes closed and his hands that were once behind his head in a casual position were now gripping on to his headboard.
Going past his balls, my fingers slid into a warm area that felt like what Henry was talking about, until something clenched around my fingers and Henry practically flew off the bed. My mouth was ripped off his dick and my hand slid off as well as Henry backed up.
“Whoa, Rosie, what the hell are you doing digging around in my ass?”
The sheen of sweat that was once gracing his upper lip was now all over his delectable and corded body.
“That was your ass? Ugh, how embarrassing.”
“What were you going for?”
“Your perineum,” I said shyly, wishing I hadn’t screwed up my surprise.
With a soft look, he nodded, and then laid back down on the bed. He spread his legs around me and took my hand. Guiding it under his balls, he pressed my finger right where he wanted.
“That,” he breathed hard, “That is what you’re looking for.”
“Oh,” I said, while I watched his dick grow harder.
Assuming positions, I placed my mouth back on his cock, my spare hand at the base, and in the perfect rhythm that I thought was appropriate, I moved my head and my hands. My tongue hummed against the underside of his dick, one of my hands played with the base of his cock, squeezing torturously, while the other hand played with that secret spot.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Henry said, while shifting on the bed and now gripping onto the sheets. “Damn, Rosie, I mean…fuck. God, I’m going to come, Rosie; you have to stop.”
“Why,” I said against his cock.
“Because I’m going to come,” he said with a strangled voice.
I pulled away, but not soon enough, as my hand connected with his perineum one last time. I could tell he was going to explode, so to stop the flow from getting everywhere, I placed my finger over the hole of his cock and prayed that the ejaculation that was about to happen wouldn’t get everywhere.
To my dismay, my idea of stopping the spurt of cum everywhere was countered by the high pressured hose Henry had in his pants, because what I thought was a good idea turned into a giant mess as my fingers assisted as a sprayer.
Cum flew everywhere, over me, over Henry, on the bed, and u
nfortunately, directly in my eye.
“Gah, you got me!” I said, as I covered my eye with my hand and fell back on the bed, wondering if the white, sticky liquid was going to blind me.
My eye burned from the onslaught of man milk that I wasn’t expecting to have jab me, as I heard Henry chuckling in the background.
“What’s so funny?” I asked, while still covering my eye. “I think I might be blind.”
“You’re not blind,” he laughed. “But, damn, didn’t think I would be doing the dirty pirate with you. Well, a dirty pirate, minus the blow to the kneecap.”
“What’s the dirty pirate?” I asked, starting to blink, hoping my vision would reappear.
“When a guy jizzes in your eye and then kicks you in the kneecap so you hop around and hold your eye, looking like a pirate. I’m supposed to say arghhh when I do it; I missed my cue. Didn’t know you were going all out today.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” he responded, while getting off the bed and running outside, naked. He returned quickly with a warm, wet towel. I watched as he leaned over me, dick still flopping around—good Lord—and wiped my eye. Slowly, my vision started to come back, and I could see once again; he cleaned us up the rest of the way.
Once we were clean, he pulled me into his chest and said, “When I say I’m going to come, you’re supposed to pull away, love.”
“But, don’t girls usually swallow?”
“They can, but I would never ask you to do that.”
“Does it taste bad?”
“Well, it’s not like a milkshake going down your throat. It’s salty, I guess, and warm, not the best thing in the world.”
“Seems like it would be gross.”
“It’s like beer, you either like it or you don’t.”
“Have you ever tried it?”
“Can’t say that I have,” he laughed. “Not really into dudes. Kind of love the boobies,” he said, while tweaking a nipple, waking Virginia up from her tiny siesta. “Now, I do believe it’s your turn, love.”
Chapter Twenty
The Sacrificed Lamb
“What are you going to do?” I asked, slightly nervous.
“Well, I plan on tasting you, and then, if you’re up to it, I want to finally take that V-card from you.”
The way he said it had me slightly cringing, as if it was a trophy he was waiting to grab and put on his mantle of sex, but I let it roll by, even though Delaney’s voice kept ringing through my head.
Cherry Chaser.
No, Henry wouldn’t be like that, not at all.
“You want to go down on me?”
“Yeah, I want to do a lot more than that, Rosie, but we’ll take it slow.” He rolled me to my side as he hovered above me. “First things first, time to get completely naked.”
His hands found my panties, gripped the sides of them and pulled them all the way off my body, stripping me completely naked. I wanted to hide, curl up and cover up my bits, but after seeing the perusal Henry was giving me with the lust in his eyes, a new sense of confidence grew inside of me. He wanted to see my naked body, he liked seeing it, and it actually turned him on. It was a new concept for me, and I liked every second of it.
His hand ran over his mouth as he took me in.
“I’m such a dumbass,” he confessed.
“Why?”
“For waiting this long. I should have done this the first day I met you.”
With that, Henry lowered down his head and placed his lips softly on mine. Whereas, when I pleasured him, it was more of an experiment for me, a little learning experience, but this time, when Henry was in charge, it was more about passion, something I longed for.
While he kissed me, his hands ran up my body until they hit my breasts. With gentle strokes, his thumbs played with the underside of my breasts, something that Virginia absolutely adored.
His hands played my body like an instrument, sending waves of pleasure rolling through my body. He knew what to touch, when to touch it, and the kind of pressure it needed. When his thumbs stroked my breasts, his kisses grew heavy, and then his thumbs pulled away, so did his lips. It was pure torture, fantastically amazing torture.
Growing impatient from the pressure that was building up in my core, I was about to encourage him to suck on my nipples again, but I didn’t get a chance, because he was so in tune with my body that he started making his way down to my breasts before I could say anything.
His mouth found one of my nipples, causing my back to arch off the bed from the light bite he applied.
“God, God that feels good,” I said, voicing my pleasure, something I never thought I would do, but given the feelings running through me, I couldn’t control what flowed out of my mouth. Delaney was right, when in the throes of passion, you couldn’t control what came out of you.
Giving the other nipple attention, I writhed under his touch, his caress, his suckle, until I felt completely spent and in desperate need for him to ease the ache between my thighs.
Slowly, he lifted his head up, smiled devilishly at me and kissed my sternum, then my stomach, then right above my pubic bone. I gasped as he lowered himself completely below me and positioned my legs over his shoulders. He had me in position, and I should be nervous, I should be squirming under him, possibly sweating from the mere chance that I let a little flatus escape once again, but I wasn’t; I was with Henry and I was safe.
Relaxing into the bed, I closed my eyes and allowed Henry to taste me, like he said. His fingers touched me, spreading me wide, and with one small swipe, his tongue ran right against my clit.
“Urrrrghhhhh.”
God, I wish I could sound eloquent when a guy went down on me, but instead of being sexy, I sounded like a drowning seal.
Smiling, he continued his mission by burying his head between my thighs and his tongue inside Virginia. Clapping her folds, she celebrated the welcoming of Henry’s tongue into her tight quarters.
There were times in a girl’s life where she knew she would remember a certain moment in time, and right now, with Henry’s head between my thighs, his tongue lapping at me like a damn dog licking peanut butter, I knew I would never forget this, because as the pressure built in my core, I knew Henry was going to be the first guy to ever give me an orgasm.
When I thought I couldn’t handle his tongue any longer, his finger went inside Virginia, and his tongue hit my clit with a strong thrust.
In that moment, my vision went completely black, as it felt like every nerve that was in my body collected inside Virginia and exploded all at once, rendering me speechless. My body stiffened like a board, my toes curled, and this overwhelming sense of complete and utter pleasure overtook my body as Henry’s tongue continued to move against my clit, making my body embarrassingly convulse in all different kinds of directions, until I knew I was starting to cut off the circulation from his neck to his head as my legs gave him a death grip headlock.
“Glah, glah, gibble me, me…fuuuuuuuuuck,” I screamed, as my body finally settled down and only little twitches ran through my body.
I watched as Henry slowly pulled away and traveled up the length of my body. His head lowered to mine, and with a grin, he kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
Now, I had read this in books before, and let me tell you, I wasn’t turned on like all the other girls were. I was actually perplexed as to why Henry felt the need to have me taste myself, or have my taste on him.
When I kissed him, did I have dick mouth? Did he like the taste of his dick on my tongue?
Now that we were kissing, and his dick was once on my mouth and my vagina was on his, did that mean we were inadvertently having sex without penetration?
“I lost you, didn’t I?” Henry asked.
“No, well sort of, I was just thinking about how you were kissing me after you just went down on me.”
“Do you know what’s more important than that?”
“What?”
“Was
that your first orgasm?” he asked, almost desperate to hear the answer.
“It was,” I admitted.
“And, did you enjoy yourself?”
Giving him a pointed look, I said, “You know damn well I did by the obscene gurgling I was doing. Jesus, could I sound any less attractive?”
“I liked it,” he smiled. “How do you feel down there?”
“Wet.”
“Good, do you think you’re up for more?” he asked, while peeking down at his cock. I looked down at the erection he was sporting and gasped. Good Lord, he was ready.
Was I ready for this? I mean, I actually wanted it more than anything, but hell, I was nervous. Books said it was a slight pinch, but the girls loved it after the initial barrier was broken, so it couldn’t be that bad, right?
Wanting to finally find out, I nodded and brought Henry’s head down to mine, wanting to kiss his beautiful lips and sink into his embrace.
His body spread against mine, allowing me to once again feel his penis against my thigh, something I was starting to grow quite fond of…and fast. What a weird thing to enjoy, penis against thigh. Rosie Bloom, likes to write, hates cat, enjoys Chinese food, and penis against her thigh.
His hands wandered up my body, playing with my breasts and teasing me relentlessly, while my hands wandered just as much, but never really touching his penis. Two could play at this game.
“Don’t tease me,” he said into my neck as he kissed me up and down.
“Why not? You’re doing the same,” I said breathlessly, as he pinched my nipple. “God, my nipples love you.”
“Good to know,” he chuckled, just as his mouth wrapped around my breast and sucked hard. My back arched, my toes curled and my mind went blank as I pressed his head further down on my breasts. It was pathetic, I knew it, but the minute I found out my nipples controlled the be-all to end-all of pleasure, I wanted them played with at all times.
Like a professional, Henry sucked, nipped, licked and pinched them, never letting up, never paying too much attention to one single nipple. In five minutes, he had Virginia popping out of her dungeon, begging to be played with.