Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Once the pleasure starts to subside, I let Ethan's face go. I let the soles of my feet touch the cold floor once more as I lean on his chest. He pulls his fingers out and wraps his arms around me.
For a moment, we stay still, letting the drops of water splatter off our skin and trickle down our bodies. Only the sound of the shower fills the air.
Then Ethan states the obvious. "You dropped the soap."
I chuckle. "I know."
It's his fault. If he had only behaved, I would have been able to finish washing him. I guess I still have to do that.
I kneel down to pick up the soap. I manage to get my fingers around it, but as I'm about to stand up, I make the mistake of lifting my head first. The sight in front of me immediately distracts me.
Ethan's long, thick cock, hard and wet.
Shit.
I consider washing it. Instead, I let the soap go and grasp it with my bare hands. I plant a reverent kiss on the swollen tip.
"What are you doing?" Ethan asks.
I look up to meet his gaze. "Thanking you for taking me sightseeing in Bern today."
A treat for a treat.
I close my eyes and wrap my lips around his cock. I make my cheeks hollow and carefully fit as much of it as I can inside my mouth. Then I suck. Ethan draws a sharp breath as his hands fall on my shoulders.
I start to move my head slowly back and forth. Hopefully, this time he'll let me control the pace so I can enjoy what I'm doing.
He does. I can tell it's getting hard for him to restrain himself from the way his fingers are digging into my skin and the grunts and hisses I hear each time he trembles, but he accomplishes it. He allows me to drag my tongue and my lips across his cock as I grip his shaft with one hand and cradle his balls with the other.
I don't know how I know what I'm doing, considering this is just the second time I've ever given a blow job, but Ethan's reactions tell me I'm doing it well, and that inspires me to do even better.
I want to give him even more pleasure, to make him lose his mind.
I move my head faster. At the same time, I move my hand to provide more friction. My lips burn. My cheeks start to grow numb. My eyes get teary as I struggle to breathe through my nose. My knees start to hurt as well. But I ignore all that and keep going.
Ethan swells inside my mouth. His hisses grow louder. His fingers become entangled with my hair.
I can tell he wants to take control. I want to make him lose control.
I move even faster. Ethan trembles. He clutches my shoulders.
"Stella, stop."
He tries to push me away but I plant my fingers on his hips and keep going. I know he's close. I also know that if I don't stop, he'll come inside my mouth. I don't care. If this is the last time I'll get to be with Ethan, I want to experience everything about him, even that. I want to know what he tastes like.
"Stella!"
Ethan pulls my hair and keeps my head in place as he shoves his cock inside my mouth. I breathe through my nostrils and try not to gag. His cum fills my cheeks. Some trickles out of the corner of my mouth. After he lets go of me, I pull my lips off his cock and swallow.
It's unlike anything I've tasted before. That's for sure. But it's not entirely unpleasant. And the fact that it's Ethan's makes it something I wouldn't mind having again. Too bad I never may.
I try not to think of that as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. Ethan pulls me to my feet.
"Are you okay?" he asks me.
I simply nod, still trying to catch my breath.
He cups my face and strokes my hair. "You didn't have to do that."
I look into his eyes. "I wanted to."
And I can tell a part of him wanted me to do it, too. I know he definitely liked it.
Ethan kisses me tenderly, then touches his forehead to mine as he caresses my cheek.
"Oh, Stella, what am I going to do with you?"
"Fuck me?" I suggest.
I still want him inside me, so much so that I reach for his cock. I grin when I find it still hard.
"You can manage that, right?"
He grabs my wrist and draws a breath. Then he, too, grins.
"As you wish."
He places my hand on his shoulder and kisses me again, this time fiercely. I wrap my hands around his neck and part my lips. His tongue explores my mouth, stirring it back to life. My tongue starts to slither again, too, and I push it back against his to give him a taste of himself. Ethan doesn't seem to mind.