"Hey what?"
She didn't answer me verbally. In one motion she was on top of me, straddling me on the couch, kissing me. In my surprise at how quickly she had escalated the situation, all I could do in response was kiss her back. She tasted good; a little sweet. She wrapped an arm around my neck and tangled her fingers into my hair. I allowed my hands to explore her body. I couldn't wait to feel all of her.
As my tongue pushed deeper into her mouth, my cock swelled. I'm large enough that my dick will often end up confined inside one leg of my pants, and now it ached to be set free. As if she could feel my predicament, my friend began running her hand along the inside of my waistband. She wanted to to feel me. I didn't need much persuasion.
I slid my hand inside my pants, and pulled my cock up and under the waistband, offering it to her. Her hand found it instantly, as she kissed me all the more passionately. Her touch was soft and just a little too gentle. I grew as hard as I've ever been.
As we kissed, she unzipped my pants so slowly, I wondered if my erection might cause the zipper to break. Every few moments she would stop to tease and caress me. Once my whole cock was exposed to her, though, she stepped back, bent forward, and slid her tongue from the base to the tip, before returning her lips to mine, her hand never leaving my hard cock.
"Enough."
I'm still not sure whether I said this aloud, or if she sensed it from me. It wasn't tough for her to feel how ready I was.
"I want you," I whispered almost breathlessly into her ear.
"My pussy is driving me crazy right now," she whispered back, "but I'd love to make you feel good."
What? In the same moment that my mind tried to make sense of this, my body already understood. Her breath felt warm in my ear, and I could swear that I felt it on my dick as well. I would be receiving a blowjob to completion today, I knew. The lust that surged through me became almost unbearable.
I had wanted to make her feel good too. I loved feeling her come all over me. I particularly loved when we both retained enough control that I could sink myself into her as deeply as she could take me, and hold very still there. If we could stand it long enough, she would begin to come, lightly at first, but the longer I pressed into her this way, the more intense her orgasms would become. No one else has ever done this to her, she often told me with mild amazement in her voice. When a girl says that to you, if you believe her, it is one of the most incredible feelings in the world - especially if you're still holding your cock as deep inside her as possible, while she writhes with pleasure in the throes of yet another orgasm.
As much as I love to make her come as many times as I can, my dick now throbbed at the thought of the way she would suck me. She was one of the few girls to tell me she loved giving head. She would imagine what I was feeling as she brought me closer and ever closer to the brink, and this excited her so much she often had trouble stopping in time to let me fuck her. She even liked letting me come in her mouth - so much so that she would let me pull out of her dripping wet pussy so that she could suck the orgasm from me. Before I knew this about her, I'd have hardly believed it myself. I still wonder sometimes if she tells me these things because she knows how hard it makes me. But I can tell when a girl is into what's happening, and when she's humoring me. I'm not a fan of being humored. This girl honestly loves to give me pleasure.
My friend does not let go of my dick until we reach my bedroom. Before I can even get into bed, she kneels and takes the tip into her mouth, holding the shaft, swirling her tongue around and around the head until I feel dizzy. Just before it becomes too much for me, she uses her hand to guide my penis into her mouth as deeply as she can take it.
The feel of her tonsils around my cock head always makes me gasp in amazement. Her whole hand still fits around the base, and she uses it to help control the angle and the pace as she gently works me in a little deeper, then pulls back to suck on me.
I can tell I won't last long; I can feel the pressure building inside of me already. I force myself to speak, and ask her if I can lay down.
"Of course," she pulls me out of her mouth only long enough to say this, and then takes me back into her throat, so suddenly that it takes my breath away again.
She doesn't want to stop. I can't stop her. I can't protest. All I can do is try to steady myself in case she forces me to come right here, standing up. The thought sends a little surge of excitement through my body, and I have to struggle to retain control. Not yet, I tell myself.
