“Aw, Jesus, Maisy…” Keller buried his fingers in her hair, fisting handfuls of gold as her lips, tongue and teeth worked miracles on his cock.
Maisy latched on to one of his ass cheeks with one hand, kneading his flesh, while cupping his balls with the other and massaging the heavy sac with loving attention. Since his cock was too big for her to take all at once, she twirled the tip of her tongue at its crown and then licked her way down its length to the base where she began to nibble.
Nipping his rigid flesh all the way back to the tip again, she took as much of him as possible and fucked him with her pretty mouth until Keller thought he’d go clear out of his mind.
Just when he was on the verge of exploding, Maisy let his cock pop out of her mouth. It bobbed there a moment, desperately needing to be sheathed in her soft, wet heat again.
“Before long,” she said, stilling his cock with her hand, kissing the crown and then flicking her tongue quickly over the tiny hole, “the cookie achieves its maximum potential and purpose. Then, in a sudden burst of melting passion, liquid chocolate bathes the tongue and throat, bringing ultimate satisfaction to both the cookie and the cookie receiver.”
The realization that she intended to swallow jarred him.
Before he could string two thoughts together, her luscious mouth covered him again, doing her special magic. After every few strokes she let his cock pop from her mouth and blew on it, as if to cool it off, before closing her lips around him again. He wasn’t quite sure why she did that, but he didn’t care. The important thing was that his beautiful Maisy was paying homage to him with her mouth.
It didn’t take long before Keller felt his balls draw up and tighten. The powerful wave of ecstasy rising within him thundered down the length of his cock, gushing out in hot ribbons against the back of Maisy’s throat. After howling out his pleasure and staggering back to support himself against the kitchen counter, Keller looked down to find Maisy gazing up at him, licking his male essence from her lips and projecting an extremely satisfied smile.
Keller clutched her arms, drawing her from her knees to her feet and holding her close. “That was fucking incredible, teacher.” He kissed her soundly, tasting himself on her tongue.
When their lips parted, Maisy snatched two warm cookies from the rack, placing one on Keller’s tongue and one on her own. Her eyelids fluttered closed and Keller watched Maisy chew.
As the melting chocolate glided down the back of his throat, he figured it must be doing the same for her then because he saw a blissful orgasmic expression as she thoroughly savored her cookie. Keller felt his cock twitch. If he hadn’t just come, his dick would be ramrod hard again just from watching that remarkably expressive face of hers.
“And that, my dear student,” she said, opening her eyes after swallowing and licking her lips again, “is why your cock is like a chocolate chip cookie.”
“Damn, Maisy. I’ll never be able to look at a chocolate chip cookie in quite the same way again.”
“Excellent.” Maisy nodded. “Then you’ve learned your lesson well,” she announced, shoving another cookie into each of their mouths and pouring them cups of hot coffee.
“By the way, did you happen to notice that no alcohol whatsoever was involved in what just happened between us?” Maisy asked.
“I did.”
“Good. I just wanted to make that point. See? I told you I’m not a lush or a wino. Those times I became inebriated were merely…a serious of unfortunate events.” She gave a dismissive flick of her wrist.
“I stand corrected,” Keller said, making a small bow from the waist. “And you sound just like those children’s books,” he added with a laugh.
Maisy’s expression must have mirrored her confusion.
“Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events,” Keller explained.
He sipped from his coffee and ahhhhed, looking just as happy and satisfied as she felt.
“If you’ve got any more lessons of culinary carnality like that in mind, teacher,” he said, “I just might have to go back to school for another degree or two.”
She was amazed at how natural, how easy, how right it felt to perform oral sex on Keller. Especially since she’d never done it before. John had never asked for it and she certainly wasn’t about to offer to suck that annoying, anemic little doohickey of his.
She glanced at Keller. They were both still naked, which meant she could drool over his big, beautiful, beefy body to her heart’s content. Nope, there was nothing even remotely anemic about Keller.
Through the intimate mouth-to-cock contact, she could easily feel his shaft react, pulse and twitch in her mouth. It was fascinating to explore the complicated fleshscape with her tongue—all the veins, wrinkles, slopes and the smooth bulb, with its tiny hole at the tip.
She hadn’t quite known what to expect as far as the taste of his semen. She’d heard and read differing accounts. Some described the taste of cum as fishy and unpleasant and that’s what she was prepared for, just in case. But it wasn’t like that at all. It was warm, creamy, mildly salty and not at all unpleasant. She scored a big plus for the erotic romance novels she’d read.
If the rest of the erotic stuff she’d read about was as accurate, she and Keller were in store for some amazing sexual adventures.
That is, if all went well and she didn’t lose him.
The periodic cock-blowing part that she did really didn’t seem to do much of anything for either of them, but she’d made sure to include it just to make sure she did the job right. While she hadn’t read about actually blowing on a man’s cock in any of the erotic romances, Maisy figured it was simply a given and needed to be done.
“So I did okay then?” Maisy asked, suddenly feeling shy as she peered at him over the cup’s rim.
Incredulous laughter bubbled from Keller’s throat. “Okay? Jesus, Maisy, that was abso-fuckin-lutely fantastic. Phenomenal. Incredible. And definitely the last thing I ever expected when I drove you home.”
“Did I get the blowing part right? Was there enough of it?”
Coffee cup poised in midair, Keller sat motionless for a moment, looking at her as if trying to decide what to say. Oh crap. She must have screwed up on the blowing after all and now he didn’t want to tell her and hurt her feelings.
Keller set his cup back in its saucer. “The, uh, the blowing was…very nice. Just perfect.” He smiled. “I enjoyed the entire experience immensely.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Maisy said with a sigh of relief. “I don’t really understand why it’s called a blowjob though. I mean, it seems more appropriate to call it a suckjob, doesn’t it?”
“I guess it does,” Keller said, looking just a tad uneasy.
“I really liked the way you tasted too. Your semen, I mean.” She bit into a cookie, moaning her satisfaction.
Keller gave her another hesitant look. “Well…thank you. I definitely like the way you taste too, Maisy.”
“I understand oral sex is a man’s favorite kind of sex.” Maisy sipped from her coffee, loving the way the dark brew complemented the chocolate. “Is it your favorite, Keller?” She was banking on it because that could mean she’d succeeded in making him forget about Boris and Natasha and face-sucking with Rudy.
Keller chuckled. “You’re an interesting woman, Maisy. I don’t think any other woman has asked me the questions you have before. I like sex, period. As for favorite types, ask me again after you and I have tried them all.” He winked.
“That sounds good. I will.” Maisy felt a deliciously warm tingle flush at her pussy. The fabulous new experience of giving Keller a blowjob had set her hormones on high. Now she wanted more. Much more.
“You know one of the best things about sex after it’s over?” Keller asked.
Maisy leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table and propping her chin on her hand. “No, what?” Good Lord, he was handsome. She could sit there looking at him, listening to him, studying him for days without getting bored. Esp
ecially when he was stark naked and she could easily get an eyeful of his muscles contracting and expanding as he moved.
“The wonderful clarity that comes after a great climax,” he told her. “And before you ask me—because I’m sure that question’s next—yes, that was a sensational climax, Maisy. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome. What do you mean by clarity?”
“Fascinating thing. It’s like the brain awakens. It opens itself to reveal all the thoughts, musings and ideas that somehow end up getting buried. Know what I mean?”
“No.” Maisy had a feeling she wasn’t going to like where this was leading.
“Yeah, like the questions I’d asked you earlier, for instance. You know, the ones about your little masquerade and that muscle-head at the restaurant. The one you sank under the table with, remember?”
“Oh…uh…”
“So,” Keller went on, clearly determined to get answers, “since we’re sitting here all naked and cozy and relaxed, why don’t we have another cup of coffee and another cookie while we chat about those things, hmm?”
Maisy narrowed one eye and glared at him. “So, I guess bringing you to orgasm was my big mistake.” She heaved a resigned sigh. “Looks like I should have stopped short of letting you climax to avoid giving you,” she hung invisible quotes in the air with her fingers, “clarity.”
Keller laughed and waved a chastising finger at her. “You didn’t honestly think I was going to forget, did you?”
“Well, duh, of course I did!”
“Oh come on now, sweetheart. Whatever it is can’t be all that bad. And I’m really dying to hear all about it.”
Maisy’s eyes widened. Not yet. Oh please…not yet. She couldn’t tell Keller about the terrible things she’d done. Not now. Not before they’d even had a chance to make love. Once…just once in his arms was all she asked. One wonderful, magical experience she could lock away in her heart and keep with her forever.
Clutching her coffee cup as the starkness of losing Keller made her eyes sting with unshed tears, Maisy sent up a silent prayer. Please, let him stay with me…just a little while longer.
Let’s start with why you and Norman were disguised as—”
“Fuck me, Keller,” Maisy blurted.
“What?”
“Right now. This minute. I can’t wait any longer. I’m serious. I need to feel you deep inside. Your cock. My pussy. Let’s get it on.”
“You’re trying to distract me again,” Keller accused.
“Is it working?” Maisy asked.
Keller looked down at his cock.
“Oh hell yeah.”
Chapter Twenty
Keller gathered his clothes and brought them upstairs to Maisy’s bedroom. As she pulled back the bedspread, he fished a row of condoms from his wallet and tossed them on her nightstand. She watched him as he moved, her pussy drooling right along with her mouth.
It felt like Keller had been here with her in her bedroom before. Of course, he hadn’t.
How many times, with the help of one of her vibrators, had she engaged in enticing, full-blown fantasies featuring Keller? Too many to count. Rich with the heat of passion, the joy of beauty and the warmth and assurance of love, Maisy’s comprehensive fantasy world was the closest thing to heaven on Earth.
But now she had more than a set of batteries and a hunk of plastic. She had the real deal, the authentic flesh and blood original, just a few feet from her bed.
Sinking back against the pillows, she gazed at him as he walked toward her. This might be their one and only experience as lovers. Flooded with joy to have this precious gift of time with the man she wanted, the man she loved, Maisy offered him her warmest, most inviting smile.
He climbed into her bed and her heart skipped a beat.
“Oh, this is going to be exquisite,” she breathed.
“I’ll do my best to make it that way for you, sweetheart. We’ll see if you want to give me a gold star once we’ve finished.”
I’ll never be able to get enough of you, Keller. Not ever.
Her gaze dropped to his cock. “Look how big you are already.”
“That’s what you do to me, Maisy.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Very glad. So which position are we going to try first?”
“Me on top, you beneath me, on your back.” He straddled her. “You’ve had some bad experiences in the past, honey. The first time we make love I want it to be special for you. I want to show you how a man is supposed to treat the woman he loves. So we’re going to start slow, with good old-fashioned missionary style.”
Maisy indulged in a melodic sigh. “Oh Keller, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to feel you inside me. To experience sex the way it’s meant to be, for the first time in my life.”
She noticed Keller eyeing her belly in a peculiar manner that made her self-conscious. “What’s wrong? What are you looking at?” She sucked in her gut and fought the urge to cover herself with the sheet. Maybe she had lint in her bellybutton. Maybe her belly fat reminded him of Jell-O. Maybe…
“Nothing. I was just trying to picture you with a staple in your navel.”
“Oh…uh…well, I hope that’s not some sort of turn-on for you because you need to know I’m not into that kind of piercing stuff, Keller. I mean, I’ve got pierced ears, but I’m not really too keen on body staples. I didn’t even know you could do that.”
A devilish laugh rumbled up from Keller’s chest. “I just meant that you have a centerfold’s body, Maisy. The kind of body in a magazine or calendar that you see tacked up in car mechanic shops, with a center-page staple right about here.” Keller smoothed his hand over her belly then dipped low to kiss her navel. He swirled his tongue around the perimeter and dipped it inside.
Harsh moans slipped from Maisy’s throat as the warm, wet contact made her shudder. Whoever would have thought a warm lick at her navel could be so sensuous?
“Big breasts, soft belly and round hips,” he said as his big hands slid across her flesh, molding her curves. When he clutched her butt his eyes darkened. “And the sweetest handful of ass I’ve ever touched in my life. Beautiful, supple and voluptuous. You’ve got a bad girl body and a good girl past, sweetheart. An irresistible combination. And you’re all mine to do with as I please.”
Keller’s words were like magic, especially considering the horde of body image issues Maisy lugged around inside. He liked her body. Loved it! Just the way she was! Just knowing that infused her with bold new confidence.
“Go ahead. Be my guest.” Arching her back, she thrust her breasts high. “Do with me whatever you please, Keller. I’m yours for the taking.” After her unpleasant history with John, Maisy had never imagined a time when she’d freely and fully surrender herself to a man again. The thought of giving Keller carte blanche over her body was heady and exhilarating.
Gazing at the pink, mushroom-shaped head of his cock, she remembered running her tongue over it earlier, tasting the smooth satiny flesh and his salty essence. It was hard to take her eyes from his sizeable cock as he sheathed it with a condom. She’d never experienced anything so big inside her before. John’s little shelled peanut of a penis simply couldn’t compare.
“I almost feel like a virgin again, anticipating that very first time,” Maisy confessed, a thrill sweeping through her at the idea. She’d been cheated that first time, on her wedding night years ago. John’s selfishness had blotted out any of the special magic that marked a woman’s first sexual encounter.
“I’m going to do my best to keep that in mind, Maisy. I just hope I can last long enough to make it good for you. But I’ve gotta warn you, you’re so goddamn hot it won’t be easy. Right now there’s a wild animal inside me, clawing to get out. It’s that part of me that just wants to tear into you and fuck your juicy little cunt until you’re senseless.”
The carnal image and pointed words had Maisy’s pussy soaking. “There’s definite appeal to that scenario,” she said, her voice sultry.<
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A moment later, Keller’s hands captured her full attention. They were all over her, as if he were trying to memorize each curve through touch alone.
She reached for his sac, cupping it gently and enjoying the weight of his balls in her hand. “Even your balls are big. I like the way they feel.”
“They’re very happy right now,” he said, smoothing his hand over Maisy’s as she caressed him. She could feel his sac contract slightly at her touch.
A needy whimper escaped her lips.
“I like the sound of those sexy little cries you make when I touch you,” he told her. “It lets me know you’re just as turned on as me. That you want to feel my cock driving home, hard and deep. That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby?”
“More than anything. I can hardly wait, Keller.” Her hand fell away from his balls and she splayed her fingers against his biceps, feeling the muscles bunch and cord with his movement. He was so tall, so big and well-muscled, it made Maisy feel like an itty-bitty little thing next to him. There was no sensation quite as agreeable and satisfying for a big girl.
He toyed with her nipple, flicking it with his finger and plucking it until it stood high, aching for his mouth, longing to feel his tongue, his teeth.
“When I’m near you, Maisy, I’m like a crazy man, consumed with lust and desire. All I can think about is rubbing those glorious tits of yours all over me.”
Keller cupped her breasts with both hands, gazing at her flesh as if worshipping it. He buried his face between the mounds, paying homage to each breast with his mouth as she melted beneath him.
Supporting his arms on either side of her, he dragged his chest over her swollen breasts. Crushing them against his hard pectorals, he swiveled slowly, the crisp curls of his chest hair scraping her nipples. The slight tickling sensation heightened her longing.
Maisy had never felt more wanted, more desirable. Lifting himself, he caught one nipple between his teeth, nibbling, sucking, driving her mad. Liquid threads of delight shot through her, warming her like a hot toddy on a frosty night.
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