Repeat - Kylie Scott Page 0,70
slumbering form admiring the ink, the art spread across his skin. My own freshly tattooed arm is a little tender, but no big deal. And it’s tempting to take a picture of him, though it seems distinctly wrong and stalkerish without previously given permission. I’ll just have to commit him to memory and hope this time it sticks.
I stroke him at first, working the morning wood into something more solid. The trail of light hair leading down from his belly button is nothing short of a delight. I kiss his chest, sliding my free hand over his pecs, up his shoulders, and then down his arm. When I reach his hand, his fingers mesh with mine for a moment.
“Clem.” His voice is thick from sleep. “What are you up to?”
“Nothing.”
“Mm. I don’t believe you.”
As the bulk of the internet articles advised, I start by getting his cockhead damp, care of my tongue. While I guess it’s vaguely kind of like licking an ice cream, as advised. It’s also kind of definitely a dick so I don’t really get the correlation, but whatever. He smells and tastes of musk and sweat. It’s unique, though not unpleasant. His pubic hairs are crisp and his balls are soft in my hand. Because all of the tip lists said some ball rolling action is recommended. Given the happy rumbling sound Ed’s making, they were right. I hold his dick firmly with one hand while massaging his balls with the other. Occasionally slipping a finger back to rub his perineum, which is the bit immediately behind the balls. Apparently, this is quite important and experience enhancing for the dude.
Got it.
In all honesty, sucking cock isn’t anywhere near as complicated as some of those websites made it out to be. Pretty sure men in general are just happy when the right person pays attention to their dick. Fair enough. Ed playing with my pussy is a thing of wonder. When I take half his length deep into my mouth, firm my lips around his width, and drag my mouth back up him, he groans. Then, when I have his cockhead in my mouth, interspersing lashing him with my tongue and sucking, he fists my hair, holding it tight.
Ha. So much for his treat Clementine like a delicate little doll bullshit. It only lasts as long as he thinks he’s in charge. Now I know for certain.
His cock swells and I can only fit so much of him in my mouth. But all good. I lick him and suck him and stroke him with my hand. It’s not exactly science so much as common sense. He reacts and I give him more of whatever made him happy. When the noises he makes get louder, his stomach muscles tensing. Just when I think he’s probably about to come, however, things abruptly change. I find myself suddenly on my back with Ed crouched over me. He pumps his cock vigorously until warm come spills over my bare stomach. His hot face is buried in my neck, teeth sunk into my skin again as he comes and comes.
At least he’s bit me on the other side this time. Both sides of my neck will match. His broad shoulders heave, the quiet of the room full of his panting. I totally nailed this. Honestly, I’d high-five myself if I thought I could get away with it without him noticing.
“Baby.” He sighs all happy like. “Hell of a wake-up.”
“Alarm clocks are so passé.”
“I’d take your mouth any morning.” He raises his head, fixing his lips to mine. There’s no light and easy. We kiss slow but deep. Morning breath be damned. And meanwhile, he’s spreading his seed over my body as if I’m a canvas or something. Pretty sure he even doodled a smiley face in it all.
“What are you doing?” I ask, looking down with a smile.
“Just marking what’s mine.”
“I see.”
His gaze turns somewhat wry. “I bit you again.”
“I know, and after all of your oh so gentle lovemaking last night.” I sigh. “You’re going to have to stop fighting it, Ed. Besides, I like you a little out of control.”
He shakes his head. “Just like I said, you always get your way.”
“But when we both win in the end, is that really such a bad thing?” I smile. “I match now. Got a love bite on both sides of my neck.”
And yet his smile is fleeting. “Are you sure I didn’t hurt your head or anything when I pushed you