Marcy's Playground 5 by loyalsock
Date: 4/11/2017,
Categories:
First Time
Author: loyalsock
... I asked. "Only if you want to," he said. "I really, really want to," I said. "Well, I wouldn't want to prevent you from licking the lollipop if you were in a candy mood." "Oh, boy am I ever," I said. So much for shy. I came back to bed and wrapped my hand around the bottom of his shaft the way he taught me. I thought about it. It's like a kiss, right? I looked into his eyes. I looked down at his cock. I looked back into his eyes. What I saw there shocked me: complete trust; total want; love. "You don't have to, Marcy," Jean-Luc said. "But if you want to know if I want you to? Yes. I want you to." I slowly went down over him, bobbing up and down to my hand. He groaned. "Oh God. That's so good. Now move your hand up and down with your— Oh fuck, yeah, just like that." I tightened my mouth and hand around him, and I got lost in the rhythm. There was something amazing about having him inside me. "I'm—" He pushed me off him. He stroked himself once and came on his stomach. He looked at me sheepishly. "I didn't know if you wanted me to come in your mouth for your first time." Come in my mouth??!!! Yikes. In the romance novels they never say things that ...
... way. I mean, I knew people did that, but whoa. There's something to think about. I blinked. "Would you get me a wet washcloth, sweetheart?" I blinked again. I reached out and put the tip of my finger in the wetness on his belly. Slowly brought it to my mouth. He groaned. It tasted wet and salty. Like...I don't know...like canned olives and cream maybe. I liked it. "Would you drink it down next time? Like you're taking some of me in you?" he asked. "Ah... yeah, I guess so. I'll try anything once. Would you like that?" He looked at me, and his lids closed partially and his mouth opened. "Yeah." "Well I'll do it then. I want to be really good at this." He grabbed my hand. "Marcy. I don't want you to be really good at this to please me. I want you to be good at this to please you." I stared at him. "Get it?" No. "You're the girl. Do what you love, not what you think the guy will love, okay?" Ah... okay. "Washcloth?" "Right," I said, and jumped up to get one. He wiped up and looked at the clock. "Shit, I've got a meeting this morning. We've got to get going. Are you working today?" "Yeah," I said. "Come on, let's get dressed."