Will's first blowjob, in high school, had been weird and hurried and Will had been thankful back then for being a teenager, because just having a girl near his dick was enough to finish the job quickly (and before any permanent injury occurred). Molly was, of course, a good eight years older than that girl had been, but she was already doing a much better job for her first time. He wasn't sure how much of it was intuitive (Will, having always been the owner of a penis, had certain ideas about what one would have to consider, but he wasn't sure if a woman would see it the same way) and how much was her reading his reactions via their connection, but she seemed to know how to avoid scraping him with her teeth, how to flatten her tongue so she could take him smoothly.
He sighed and licked his lips, his mouth going dry at the slowly building pleasure, his fingers rubbing encouragingly at her scalp, scratching lightly in a way he hoped would arouse her. She moved over him with a curiosity that felt more like a practiced tease, her tongue looping and her lips sliding, mouth closing to suck every now and then, and it all quickly ramped up his desire for her. Watching her move was intoxicating, seeing her lips around him, pink and swollen, her fingers gripping him, skin all the more pale against the turgid flesh of his erection.
It felt amazing, the ebb and flow of the way Molly moved to bob over him and then stop to lick at the crown of him, like being walked to the edge of a cliff and then pulled back again and again, the same feeling rising in his belly. She worked to move her hand in time with her mouth and faltered, and Will could feel her embarrassment, see the heat in her cheeks, but it turned him on all the more, seeing her work things out, learn how to do this with him.
Her saliva was collecting beneath his balls, on her chin, and it was such an erotic sight, the messiness of it, the eagerness of her motions. His fingers caught tighter in her hair as he watched her, as she worked to coordinate her hand and her mouth, the pleasure she was giving him getting more intense by the second.
"God, Molly," he moaned, his other hand cupping the side of her head. "That's so good, you're doing a wonderful job. And you look, you look so amazing."
His cock was throbbing, stealing oxygen from his brain, and he hoped he didn't sound asinine, trying to relate to her just how good she was making him feel. He knew she wanted to make him come this way, and he wanted that too, but a part of him couldn't stop thinking about touching her, feeling her body against him, around him. The night was young, though, and they'd have plenty of time for that later.
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Date: 2016-01-19 06:00 pm (UTC)He sighed and licked his lips, his mouth going dry at the slowly building pleasure, his fingers rubbing encouragingly at her scalp, scratching lightly in a way he hoped would arouse her. She moved over him with a curiosity that felt more like a practiced tease, her tongue looping and her lips sliding, mouth closing to suck every now and then, and it all quickly ramped up his desire for her. Watching her move was intoxicating, seeing her lips around him, pink and swollen, her fingers gripping him, skin all the more pale against the turgid flesh of his erection.
It felt amazing, the ebb and flow of the way Molly moved to bob over him and then stop to lick at the crown of him, like being walked to the edge of a cliff and then pulled back again and again, the same feeling rising in his belly. She worked to move her hand in time with her mouth and faltered, and Will could feel her embarrassment, see the heat in her cheeks, but it turned him on all the more, seeing her work things out, learn how to do this with him.
Her saliva was collecting beneath his balls, on her chin, and it was such an erotic sight, the messiness of it, the eagerness of her motions. His fingers caught tighter in her hair as he watched her, as she worked to coordinate her hand and her mouth, the pleasure she was giving him getting more intense by the second.
"God, Molly," he moaned, his other hand cupping the side of her head. "That's so good, you're doing a wonderful job. And you look, you look so amazing."
His cock was throbbing, stealing oxygen from his brain, and he hoped he didn't sound asinine, trying to relate to her just how good she was making him feel. He knew she wanted to make him come this way, and he wanted that too, but a part of him couldn't stop thinking about touching her, feeling her body against him, around him. The night was young, though, and they'd have plenty of time for that later.