I giggled. “You sound like a vampire.”

He chuckled and pulled off his shirt, revealing the intricate tattoos on his arms and shoulders as well as the ‘Fearless’ script across his chest, then slid himself up my body, pressing pectorals against my swollen breasts and the knots of my nipples, shooting electric tingles that stopped my breath. He unhooked my bra and peeled it away, his face still glistening as he kissed me deeply and caressed my neck.

“Mmm, so good,” he said. “Ready for your bath?”

“What about you?” I asked.

“What about me?”

“Aren’t you, you know, like totally worked up?”

“I can wait,” he said cockily.

Ab alert! I looked down at his always amazing abs. I would do laundry 24/7 if his abs were my washboard. I ran my fingers down them, caressing all eight as they arrowed down to the waistband of his pants. “I don’t know if I can.” I grabbed his belt and pulled his hips into me.

“I would never refuse a lady,” he grinned.

I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. I wanted to recreate the same move he’d used on me. I grabbed his underwear and jeans and started pulling. “Damn, your jeans are tight.” I needed some leverage, so I stepped out of my jeans and panties and kicked them aside before setting my legs and yanking unsuccessfully on his jeans. “A little help?”

“Blame fashion,” he said casually. “Skinny jeans are in.” He shimmied his hips as I slid his pants down.

His cock sprung out of his boxers and waved in my face.

“Look out for my heat seeking missile,” he joked. “It’s got target lock.”

I snickered. “You are a complete dork, you know that?”

“Only for you, agápi mou.”

I managed to push his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. When I rose up on my knees, his throbbing cock was pointing right at my mouth.

“Uhhh…” I said, “What do I do?”

“You got yourself into this mess,” he said.

I arched an eyebrow and glared up at him. “I think it’s time for my bath?”

“Whatever you prefer. My dick’s not going anywhere. I can fuck you later. It’s up to you.”

Still staring at him, I shook my head. “You have a dirty mind, young man.”

“The dirtiest.”

I lowered my eyes back to his manhood. Wow, it was really big. Thick veins wound around the shaft. The head was dark and purpled with blood. It literally pulsed, thump, thump, thump, probably in time with his heartbeat, getting slightly bigger with each thud. Pre cum dribbled from the tip. I licked my lips. I couldn’t help myself. It looked so lickable.

I leaned toward it and felt heat pouring off of it before my lips even touched it.

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” he asked thoughtfully.

“Not really?” My mouth had never been this close to a cock in my entire life. I’d always maintained a safe distance at all times. Maybe it was finally time to throw caution to the wind.

“We can jump in the tub if you want, and enjoy the suds,” he said softly. “It’s up to you.”

I smiled up at him and batted my eye lashes.

He grinned.

I leaned forward and gingerly kissed the top of the tip once. “How was that?”

“Wow. Amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it,” he quipped. “Best. Blow job. Ever,” he winked.

I frowned at him. “Excuse me. I haven’t had a lot of experience swallowing elephant trunks, hot shot.”

He cocked a dimple at me. “I’ve got a hot shot waiting for you, whenever you’re ready.”

I rolled my eyes. “That was epically lame, Christos.”

“And?” he grinned. “Make your move or I’m jumping in the tub.”

“Fine. You asked for it,” I growled. I leaned forward and licked the pre-cum right off the tip and swallowed. A salty hint of ocean. Not what I’d expected. But I wasn’t done. I slid my lips around the head of his cock and licked the underside.

“Fu-uh-uh-uck,” he moaned.

I glanced up and saw him throw his head back. There was no way I was getting all of him in my mouth so I grabbed his shaft with both hands and continued to lick and slide with my mouth.

He hissed in ecstasy. “Oh, damn, that’s amazing…”

I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing. I had seen porn, and had some basic ideas about how this worked. What I hadn’t expected was how much it was turning me on. I felt the muscles in my core shaking with need, like there was a direct connection between these lips and those. I slid my head forward as far as I could go, until he touched the back of my throat. Red alert! I pulled back abruptly.

I’d heard about gag reflexes, and those fabled women who had none. I did.

I could work around it.

I continued to lick and stroke with mouth and hands. I moved my left hand down and cupped his balls and massaged them with my fingers. I suddenly remembered seeing people working those silver meditation balls in their hands, the ones that rang when you circled them around in your fingers.

Meditation, my ass.

Those silver balls were for blow job practice.

CHRISTOS

The funny thing about blow jobs was that a good number of chicks sucked at them. In a bad way. I mean, they were terrible. Like sticking my dick in a meat grinder.

I had no doubt an equal number of men were terrible at going down on women, but that was another topic.

The worst thing in the world was when a chick was going down on you, grinding the skin off your dick like a belt sander, having the time of her life, thinking she’s all that. The last thing you wanted to do was burst her bubble and tell her she sucked at sucking. I’d never done that. I’d always manned up and endured the pain. Most of the time, I could force out a wad as quickly as possible and be done with it. But on one or two rare occasions, the chick was so bad, there was no way I was going to come before my dick was ground down to a nub. I don’t even remember how I got out of that one. I think I had just shouted, “Oh shit, who’s that outside your window!” and ran out her front door when she was looking the other way. Not one of my finer moments.

Lucky for me, Samantha was easily the best I’d ever had. World class. Gold medal performance. She’d barely started and already I couldn’t tell up from down or left from right.

“Holy fuck” I said, “I have to sit down.”

“Did I do something wrong?” Samantha asked, pulling her mouth off my dick.

“Fuck no. But I’m going to pass out at the rate you’re going.”

“Is that bad?” she asked innocently.

I shook my head and chuckled. “No.” My knees were jelly as I lowered myself until I was sitting on the edge of the tub.

Samantha kept one hand around my dick the whole time, like she didn’t want to let go. She had no idea how fucking sexy that was. And the fact she didn’t know, made her ten times sexier. Not because she was innocent, but because she wasn’t doing an act. Some women thought the cameras were rolling while they were in the bedroom and they were busy mugging and moaning for the lens. But Samantha was right here with me, focused entirely on me. It was a rare and unique experience for me as much as I knew it was for her.

She knelt down on the rug in front of the tub between my knees. “Shall I continue?” she asked.

“Hells yeah,” I grinned.

Her hot lips slid back down my cock like a silk glove. Damn, she was such a natural. She worked her way up and down my dick, pulling me inside her deeper and deeper. I closed my eyes and my head fell back, lolling against my shoulders. Whatever she was doing with her hands and mouth was magic. I swear, my entire package was glowing with pleasure, like my entire awareness was collapsing into my cock in a tight ball of hot ecstasy straining to be released.

I don’t know how long she went on. I lost all track of time. At one point, I looked down and saw she was putting her whole body into it. The head of my dick was on fire. Every lick made my body jerk. It felt so fucking good. I think my balls were wound up so tight there was nothing left to grab, so she released them and put both hands to work on my shaft.