Blowjob and Fingered to Orgasm
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Nick stroked my cheek gently with the knuckle of his first finger and lifted my chin. His brow furrowed and his dark eyes met mine with a warm gaze. “You don’t need to do this for me you know. None of this was ever about…”
I looked up at him and smiled. Even now – even with me here, knelt between his knees and staring up at his naked body — Nick was still nervous. Still trying to make sure that I was ok. Not giving him time to finish, I dropped my head to his lap and took him into my mouth in a single, well-practiced move. His voice turned into a hiss as my lips slid over his length. His hips pushed up towards to me, bucking into my mouth as he groaned at the sudden pleasure of contact. Not wanting to give him even a moment to relax, I dropped my head down his shaft, enjoying the sensation of his rigid length slipping further into my mouth.
Nick moaned again. A long, drawn out ‘fuuuuckkkkk Soph’ that corresponded perfectly with his journey to the back of my throat. I held myself there for a few seconds before pulling back to gaze up at him from between his legs. Reluctantly, I pulled Nick from my mouth and wrapped my hand around him instead, gently teasing his cockhead with my thumb as I masturbated him with slow, rhythmic strokes. I took the opportunity to lean back and look up at him. He was leant back in the sofa, staring up at the ceiling with his eyes closed. The image in front of me could have been the work of a baroque artist. Though not perhaps one that could be shown in a gallery. The flickering light of the candles cast a soft, orange glow across his naked torso, accentuating the rigid lines of his muscled torso, the sloping angle of his jaw, and the fullness of his member. His fingers curled around the nape of my neck and I trailed my tongue along his shaft, savouring the heat of his skin against mine. As I drifted up, so did his fingers until they were dragging through my hair and massaging my scalp, just how he knows that I like it.
Nick’s hand pulled me gently in towards him, bringing me up until my lips grazed his tip. I swirled my tongue across his head and he groaned my name again. I plunged myself down over him. My lips wrapped around his shaft as I slid it deeper into my throat. The pressure of his hand on the back of my head was gentle. I had never liked having my head held when I was giving a blowjob. It erbaa escort was almost always a prelude to being pushed down. To being made to deepthroat before I was ready to. But with Nick it felt … right. He was being soft with me still. He wasn’t forcing me down, even as I slowly pulled myself back up until just his tip remained within the warm embrace of my mouth. No, he was guiding me. Guiding me up. And guiding me up. He was taking charge of my blowjob now but he was doing it how I never knew that I always wanted it. He was telling me exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it with nothing more than the gentlest of pressures.
I pulled myself back up and gazed up at him. Gazed up into Nick’s deep, caring eyes and his pleasure-wracked smile. And I realised that, for the first time in a long time, giving pleasure to a man felt good. It felt like an act of worship. An act of love. The realisation send a sudden spark of electricity through me and I realised then that I was ready to do anything for him, right then and right there. I pushed myself forwards again, taking him deeper than I ever had before. A moan of my own vibrated through my throat and along him as I swallowed his length. I gagged slightly as he collided with the back of my throat and I held myself in position, massaging his cock with the undulations of my throat. I felt as if I could have stayed there for hours, happy only to know that I was pleasing him.
Then I felt his fingers wrapping through my hair and his strength dragging me back up and off him. His cock popped free of my mouth, and as I struggled to find it again, I found my head tipped up to face him.
Nick’s lips met mine and I lost my breath again.
His tongue slipped past my lips, gentle yet forceful at the same time. Sure of himself. His left hand lifted me from my knees and pulled me close to him. The fingers of his right wrapped around my neck and heat flooded to my core. My chest crashed into his as I fell on top of him. I felt myself straddling him, my knees outside his thighs, as our lips met again and again. I rose and fell with the rolling of his hips as he ground his weight against mine. His hardness pushed against me, rubbing against my sex through the thin cover of my dress and the silk barrier of my dampening underwear. His fingers drew their way up my sides, caressing ercis escort the arc of my spine. I pulled back to take a breath and looked down at Nick’s gorgeous face again before bringing our lips back together. At last, I felt him untie the knot that fastened my dress together. The dress’ folds fell apart, revealing my bare, beating chest to him. His fingers tracked lazily across the surface of my stomach, dragging slowly upwards to my breasts. His fingers danced across my ribs and I groaned at the slowness of his ministrations.
Nick’s lips turned to my shoulders, his breath warming my neck as he flitted kisses across my bare skin. Finally, his hands reached my tits, cupping them both as he massaged my flesh with tender affection. His lips and tongue continued to travel across my collar bone and his fingers pressed into my flesh. I dropped my hand between us and grasped his erect member again, my fingers lacing tightly around his shaft. Nick made it to my nipples at last, teasing the swollen buds between his fingers. I moaned again at the sudden stimulation, arching my back and pressing my chest towards him. His lips sketched the curve of my cleavage. They turned towards my right breast, planting kiss after kiss across my skin until his mouth arrived at the sensitive tip of my nipple. His tongued flicked across it, swirling around it with a seemingly endless circling surge. He turned to the other and his mouth found it too, capturing the warm tip between his teeth with a gentle tug that brought a sharp cry to my lips and another burst of arousal that shot straight to my centre.
He tugged my dress from my shoulders. Pulling it from my arms, he cast it to the side. One of his powerful arms circled my suddenly bare waist. He dragged my body even closer to his and pushed his legs open, parting my knees with his. The edge of his fingers followed the outline of my cleft through the thin fabric of my underwear. Suddenly aware of my own wetness, I cried out at the immediate pulse of stimulation that sparked between my legs. his finger hooked into the crotch of my underwear and swept them to the side.
“Jesus Christ,” I hissed. “Nick… please… Nick….”
It was all that I could manage to say as his fingers slipped across my moist cleft. They travelled languidly across the length of my slit, caressing the erdek escort heated contours of my twat. Nick seemed to revel in the depth of my arousal, tracing his way along the inundated banks of my labia before returning to circle my clit with an insistent pressure. Again and again his finger traced its tortuous path around the centre of my aching desire. His fingers grazed against my waiting nub, but refused, refused, refused to bring their pleasure to bear against my clit. My arousal burst from my lips in breathy pants of delight and cascaded from my pussy into his waiting palm. I ground myself against his fingers, desperately pursuing that final frisson of friction that would collapse my world into a single moment of ecstasy. I collapsed my head to nestle against his neck and murmured his name over and over into his ear, pleading with him to let his fingers travel those final few millimetres. To give me my release.
“Please…” I begged, “Please make me cum.”
He trailed a fluttering of kisses along my ear and across my jaw.
“No.” Nick whispered. “Not yet.”
With a tug, he dragged my waist forward again and I gasped as his fingers slipped inside me. Instantly, they found their target as he pressed up against my inner wall. I bucked my hips and bore down hard against Nick’s hand. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes as I pushed myself against his knuckles. His thumb took over the work of his fingers, circling my needy clitoris. My breath stopped and I arched my back again. Nick’s lips latched onto my breasts again, catching my nipple between his teeth and teasing it. Pain and pleasure fractured my mind and I began to whimper in desperation.
“P… P… P…” I stuttered. “Need… to… cum…”
Nick released my tit from his mouth for a few seconds, “Do it.” He murmured into my ear. “Cum. Cum on my fingers.”
His thumb finally collided with my clit properly. His fingers curled over my internal nerve cluster. His tongue lashed my nipples.
I came.
I gasped as waves of pleasure crashed over me and the world collapsed around me. I spasmed around his fingers and my legs twitched and shuddered. I felt my pussy flood his lap, knowing that my cream would now be running across his palm and down the length of his cock beneath me. A sob wracked my body as I collapsed against his chest. Nick kissed my forehead and stroked my hair as I slowly began the climb out of the euphoria through which he had just guided me. His powerful arms wrapped around my still shaking body, lifted me from the sofa and I felt myself carried across the living room towards Nick’s bedroom.
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