cock twitches. I open my eyes to see Matt's eyes closed. Slowly, I open my lips wider and take a little more inside. It's tart and salty. I bob my head. Inch by inch, I work him, taking him deeper until his length reaches the back of my throat.
Though he started this fantasy all domineering-like, as I have him between my lips, Matt is anything but. He's in a state of bliss, letting me have my way. With each suck and lick, I'm filled with a sense of control. I'm in charge of his pleasure, and it's empowering.
I keep going as his cock grows even harder. Adding my hands, I fist what won’t fit in my mouth and roll his balls in my fingertips. His breathing quickens and stance widens.
"Sophie, I'm..." He tries to push me away, but I reach for his legs. I know what's coming, and I want to taste every drop.
It's as he comes that Matt reaches for my head and gently thrusts into my mouth. Hurriedly, I swallow, gulp after gulp. It’s not like anything I’ve ever tasted. Once he's done, I continue to suck and lick. His legs grow slack in my grasp as I keep working, making sure I've cleaned every drop.
"Fuck, Sophie. That can't be your first blow job."
I stand, reaching my tiptoes, and kiss him deeply. He wanted me to taste myself. I want the same for him. As our kiss ends, I say, "It was. I'll try to work on my technique. Tell me what I need to do."
Shaking his head, Matt says, "Move in tonight because you're a natural."
Sophie
I flop down on the bed in my dorm room. My roommate, McKenzie, seems nice enough, but she's not who I plan on spending most of my nights with. After our first few days of classes, I'm more than ready to spend time at Matt's place.
Though Matt wasn't sure about me living in the dorm, living here makes it a lot easier to slip away than from my grandparents’ house. I was never able to spend a full night away unless I told them I was at a friend's house. They may be old, but they aren't senile. It didn't make sense that I went from never sleeping over at anyone's house to suddenly being gone every night.
I had lots of girls I got along with in high school but not since Becky had I ever had a best friend. Cindy is probably the closest but more than likely because we work together. Up until Matt, I was too busy to do high-school-girl things. Now, I'm no longer in high school, and with him, I'm no longer a girl. I'm a woman.
Maybe the dorm will help me have that best friend again.
My phone vibrates with a text message:
Matt:
I’LL BE THERE IN FIFTEEN MINUTES.
Me:
DOES THAT MEAN I’LL COME IN SIXTEEN?
Matt:
WEAR A DRESS AND YOU’LL COME IN FIFTEEN AND TWO SECONDS.
Me:
CONFIDENT MUCH?
Matt:
DO YOU DOUBT ME?
Hell, no, I don't doubt him. I'm already wet, and he's not even near me.
Me:
NO, SIR. NEVER.
Matt:
FUCK. I’M RUNNING STOPLIGHTS. I’LL BE THERE IN TEN.
Me:
DON’T GET PULLED OVER. I’LL HAVE TO TAKE MATTERS IN MY OWN HANDS.
Matt:
DON’T EVEN JOKE, BEAUTIFUL. I’LL PUNISH YOUR ASS. YOUR PUSSY IS MINE.
Me:
LOVE YOU.
Matt:
I LOVE YOU TOO. I’M READY TO SHOW YOU HOW MUCH.
I can't stop the goofy smile. It's only been four weeks, but it's been the best four weeks of my life. And now we'll be able to spend more time together.
It isn't like Matt's always available either. He has work. He has other obligations. But when we are together, it seems like it's only us. No one else matters.
"Hey, Sophie," McKenzie says as she opens the door and comes in our room, throwing her backpack on her bed. "Ready for dinner?"
"I'm sorry. I'm going to go out with a friend."
Her eyes widen. "A friend or a boyfriend?"
It's hard for me to think of Matt as a boyfriend because he isn't a boy, but then again, that is what he is. I could say fiancé, but I don't have a ring yet. That hasn't stopped him talking about the wedding.
I'm trying to decide if I want one in town or a destination wedding. With starting university and moving out of my grandparents’ house, it's all been so much. The idea of getting married has me excited but also exhausted. It seems like lately all I want to do is sleep. That's why I haven't seen Matt for a few days.
Now, I'm beyond ready.
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