Revenge pt 4 - The Hail Mary - Sex Stories

Revenge pt 4 - The Hail Mary

... to please the guy, or to get things started. It might turn them on a little, but it wasn't something they seriously enjoyed. But Jessica seemed to adore having my cock in her mouth, and there was always this complete look of pleasure on her face as she swallowed my cum. I guess I'd been reading in the wrong places. "What do you like about it?" I asked. I felt her shrug. "It just...feels good." she said slowly, "I mean...just seeing your cock turns me on. It's just so big and...thick. Having it all inside me like that...in my throat and on my tongue...I love it. And I love when you cum too..." She let out a little sigh, and tried to get more comfortable. I realised we were still lying naked, so I grabbed the corner of the blanket from the floor, and pulled it up and over us, then wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close to me again. She made a sweet little sound of happiness and snuggled against me. "I didn't like the taste at first." she continued, "But it turns me on so much now..." Her voice was getting softer, and quieter. It sounded like she might fall asleep soon. "And I like...the noises you make." she said slowly. This confused me a little. I didn't think I really made 'noises'. Not like she did, anyway. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well...you're normally so quiet, you know? Like, you're always so...controlled." she said, "I mean, I practically scream, but with you it's like...just like little sighs, and sometimes a little moan. It's really sexy, I think. ...

... Like, knowing that I can make you feel good like that, just...knowing you're enjoying it. I mean, you like it too, don't you?" she asked, looking up into my eyes. "I mean, I want..." She hesitated. "I want you to feel good. I want to...to make you happy." she said. She was almost shy in admitting this, and she waited for my reaction. "I like it when you suck my cock, Jessica." I said gently, stroking her hair again. She smiled. "Good. It makes me happy when...when you're happy, I guess. That sounds stupid..." she laughed a little. "You like pleasing me." I said simply. "Yeah," she said, her smile growing, "Yeah, I like pleasing you. I like making you happy." My heart jumped a little. I'd assumed everything she'd been doing with me had been for her own enjoyment, but to hear that she really cared about what I felt... It dawned on me that last week's surprising breakfast hadn't been an attempt to win my affections back, like I thought, but she had been genuinely trying to make me happy. I slowly leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. She smiled again and held me tighter. "Good girl." I said. We lay like that for a while, and she closed her eyes and sighed as I started to stroke her hair. I didn't know which was more messed up; that the idea of wanting to make someone else happy sounded "stupid" to her, or that it had taken me this long to believe that that's what she was doing. After a few minutes I could feel my eyelids getting heavy. It was late and I'd just had a hell of ...