by Lea Kinkade
Samantha watched Ryan closely. She wanted to do something different with him tonight, and she wondered if he would agree. Samantha may have had sexual relationships with two men, but she could count the number of times she had given a man a blow job on one hand. She’d just never been that interested in it before Ryan. Now, she wanted to learn how to pleasure this man in every way possible. She wanted to bring Ryan to orgasm with her mouth. He had always insisted on coming while he was deep in her pussy, and she wanted to see what it was like to have a man come in her mouth. Blushing, she pushed him back onto the bed and knelt between his knees.
“I want to suck your cock, handsome. Will you let me?” she asked him softly.
“How the hell am I supposed to say no to such a sweet request? I’d love for you to go down on me, darlin’. It would give me great pleasure to come in your mouth. Are you sure you want to swallow though? You don’t have to, you know.” Ryan quickly moved off the bed and threw a pillow on the floor at his feet. Directing her to her knees in front of him, he invited her to go ahead and explore. His engorged cock was slapping up against his abdomen when she gently took it in her hand and began to caress it from base to tip.
“You’re so hard, Ryan, but silky, too. I want to taste you when you come.” She touched his straining cock with her hands and her lips. When a drop of pre-cum leaked from the slit on the head of his cock, she wiped it away with her thumb and licked it off with a flick of her tongue. Ryan groaned softly.
Bending her head slightly forward, she licked his rigid length from the tip to his balls, returning to the sensitive head again and again. His hands moved to hold her head at the base of her skull, as he had directed her to open her mouth so he could slip his throbbing cock past her full lips. Pumping in and out with deeper and deeper thrusts, he finally pushed his hard length over her tongue, directing her to swallow against him. As she swallowed, he was able to push his turgid length deeper into her mouth until the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. She concentrated on breathing through her nose.
“Fuck, darlin’. You can’t begin to know how good that feels.”
He began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth, directing her movements with his hands clenched in the hair at the back of her neck, pumping his cock faster in and out of her mouth. Samantha was fondling his balls with her hand and felt it when his balls tightened up against his groin, signaling he was on the verge of orgasm. She continued to suck on his hard length and he groaned in pleasure as his cum spurted in wave after wave into the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop and licked his sated cock clean before he pulled her onto the bed with him and snuggled her into his arms, kissing her softly. Later that night, after they’d eaten their dinner, Ryan showed Samantha his appreciation for her earlier attention.
* * * *
As promised, Ryan had gone to the doctor and been tested for every disease known to man. He wanted to stop using the condoms and to be in his woman bareback. He got the test results back on a Tuesday and waited until their date on Wednesday to bring it up with her again. As they sat on the love seat wrapped in each other’s arms, he broached the subject gently. “I went to the doctor last week and got tested for every sexual disease known to man. I got the results today.” He reached into his back pocket and brought out a sheet of folded paper. He picked up her hand and pressed the paper into her palm. “We’ve already talked about this, remember? I don’t want to use condoms with you anymore.”
He saw a flash of something in her eyes. “You’re on the pill and I know you’re clean. Even though I’ve always used condoms and knew I was clean, I went and got tested so you would have proof. I’m clean.” She unfolded the paper and took her time reviewing all the test results. As she looked back up into his eyes, he still saw the hesitation in her face. “We’re exclusive. I’m not going to cheat on you. I want to be inside you naked. Please let us stop using the condoms, darlin’.”
“I was totally serious before. If we do this, you have to swear on your mother’s life that you’ll tell me before you have sex with another woman. You’ll tell me when you want to move on before you do anything with any other woman.”
“Darlin’, there isn’t going to be any other woman.” Seeing the disbelieving arch to her eyebrow, he relented and gave her what she needed. “I promise that I won’t have sex with any other woman without telling you first.” He held up two fingers in the Boy-Scout salute and gave her a sweet smile. Turning serious, he told her, “I would never hurt you like that, Samantha. There is no other woman.”
“Okay. I’ll agree to no more condoms.”
Ryan knew she had been hurt in the past. That it was hard for her to trust. He got the sense that she hadn’t had a good life growing up. She hardly ever talked about her childhood. She didn’t even talk about friends that she left behind in Corpus Christi when she moved to Deseo. He kept asking her to share her past with him, and she’d shared bits and pieces, but he knew she kept a large part of herself hidden from him, and it was driving him nuts. He knew, for instance, that she had grown up in a series of foster homes in and around Corpus Christi, but he didn’t know what types of homes they had been or even how many there were. He got the feeling that there had been a lot.
Ryan was pretty sure that these experiences were what caused her to shy away from getting to know his family, and he hoped that, as time went on and their relationship deepened, she would realize she could get close to his family without risking her heart. His family was itching to get to know Samantha something fierce. His mother had taken to stopping in at Bach Florists several times a week and buying fresh flower arrangements for the big house. His father had stopped in and purchased several bouquets for his mother. Jordan, Jessie, Taylor, and their friends continued to make overtures of friendship.
Samantha dealt with all of this attention politely but didn’t seem to let down her guard. She had joined the “brat pack,” his and Ryder’s affectionate name for Jessie’s Friday-night female gathering, every Friday since they had started dating but had told Ryan that she didn’t want there to be any awkward feelings between her and the other women when she and Ryan stopped seeing each other. He could tell she was holding part of herself back and wasn’t letting them fully into her life—just like she was doing with him. She still expected him to lose interest in her at any moment.
Samantha’s birthday was on November 26th, and Ryan was determined to make it her most special one ever. He had gotten her a diamond necklace in platinum. Its charm was heart shaped and had tiny little diamonds embedded halfway around the heart. Because he knew she would balk at something more expensive, he made sure that he got her something that was nice but not overly expensive. He wanted to drape her in diamonds, but he knew she wasn’t ready for that yet.
They went to Michael’s for dinner where they each ordered a pasta dish. They fed each other from their own plates until it came time for dessert. Samantha adored cheesecake, so she had that for dessert while Ryan had the tiramisu. He gave her the gift and watched her open it.
“It’s too much, Ryan. You shouldn’t have spent this kind of money on me.”
“I thought it was pretty and that it would look good on you. Don’t fight me on this, darlin’. I want you to have it.”
“I still say you went overboard, but it’s beautiful. Will you help me put it on?”
Deciding to go out dancing after they were done with their meal, they ended up at Chaps & Spurs. It was a Friday night, and Ryan had skipped pool with his brothers in order to take Samantha out for a nice dinner. Arriving at the club at about 9:00 p.m., Ryan helped her down off the seat of his large truck, letting her slide down his body until her feet hit the ground.
Pulling her gently into the circle of his arms, he bent down slightly and plundered her lips with a scorching kiss. Samantha responded with a moan and melted into his arms, her hands finding their way to his lower back, caressing him through his shirt. Ryan deepened the kiss and pulled her closer. Chest to chest,
groin to groin, he could feel her unmistakable response. Samantha’s nipples were tight points poking into his chest. Ryan’s hard length was pressed against Samantha’s heat.
They stayed locked in their embrace until they heard some catcalls from a car of teenagers passing by, yelling at them to get a room. Slowly breaking apart, still under each other’s spell, Samantha put her hand to her lips, now swollen from Ryan’s passionate kiss. Smiling at each other, they both began laughing at their embarrassment of being observed by the teenagers. Holding out his arm for her, he escorted her into the club.
They sat with their friends and his family when they weren’t on the floor dancing. When “I Got a Feelin’” started to play, they melted into each other’s arms and just swayed together until it was over. After another slow dance, they went back to the table where they snuggled into each other. Ryan was sitting on his chair with his knees spread and Samantha’s knees were between his as they kissed and talked softly to each other. Ryan could see several people staring at them. Some were women he’d dated in the past. Some were men who he knew wanted Samantha.
About midnight, Samantha whispered in Ryan’s ear and a slow smile crossed his face. Standing up, he pulled Samantha to her feet and said a quick good-bye to those people remaining at the table. Samantha merely smiled serenely as he pulled her out the door of the club. Quickly handing her into the seat of his truck, he drove the short distance to her apartment and hurried her up the stairs.
Once they were in her apartment, he hustled her into the bedroom. As she backed away from him playfully, he said, “I think you promised me a proper thank-you for your birthday present back at the club. You going to deliver on that promise, or are you all talk?”
“Oh, I can use my mouth for lots of things besides talking, handsome. Why don’t we take a shower and I’ll see if I can show you what other things my mouth is good for?” Without waiting for his response, she started to pull off her clothes. Hell, he couldn’t wait. His cock was hard as steel, already chafing against his pants.
“Darlin’, your wish is my command.” He smiled back at her as he began to pull off his own clothes.
She headed to the bathroom, leaving a trail of clothing in her wake. As he was toeing off his boots, he heard the shower start. Boots now off, he followed the trail of her clothes into the bathroom where he was in time to see the back of her bare leg enter the shower stall. Stripping off his pants and underwear, he pulled the door to the shower open and a cloud of steam emerged, hiding her from his view.
Stepping in after her, he saw that she was in the middle of putting shampoo in her hair. He could smell the scent he associated with her more strongly in here. He knew she bought scented shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel from a store here in town. The scent was spicy but sort of sweet, too. Something pomegranate she had told him once. Whatever it was, he liked it a lot, as did his cock.
Moving her hands out of the way, he softly massaged the shampoo into her scalp as she moaned in pleasure. As she leaned back into the water to rinse her hair, she lifted up her arms and combed her fingers through her hair, tilting her luscious breasts up for him to taste. He didn’t disappoint. Laving one nipple with his lips and tongue, he pinched the other between his thumb and finger, making her moan again.
Reaching behind her, he grabbed her conditioner and set the bottle in her hands. She poured some into her palm and handed him back the bottle. As she massaged the conditioner into her scalp, her breasts bounced invitingly. Grabbing her bodywash, he poured some into the palm of his hand and gently started washing her body, starting with her bobbing breasts.
He quickly washed his hair with her shampoo and, as he rinsed, he felt her hands sliding over his body. He could tell she was using some of her bodywash as her hands slid over his body. As her slippery hands found his engorged cock, he moaned out his pleasure at finally having her hands where he wanted them. She fisted his cock a few times and then she pushed him back under the spray to rinse him off. His cock was slapping against his belly and ready to go to work.
Once he was thoroughly rinsed, she knelt down on her knees and took his heavily engorged shaft into her hands, bending down to kiss and lick the head of his cock, licking away a drop of pre-cum that had gathered there. Then she licked the bottom of his shaft from base to tip then reversed direction, moaning lightly. Ryan was in heaven as her lips rained kisses up and down his rock-hard cock.
Finally, she opened her lips wide and slowly started sucking his wide cock into her delectable mouth. She took more and more of his length into her mouth, slowly working her tongue over him. As the tip of his cock reached the back of her throat, she swallowed, allowing him in just a little bit more.
Ryan gripped the back of her head and led her into the rhythm he sought. Back and forth, in and out. Over and over. The pleasure mounted as his gut tightened and his balls pulled tightly to his groin, readying for his climax. A few more thrusts and his cock jerked repeatedly. She continued to suck until the last of his seed shot out of the opening. She let his cock go with a slight pop as she licked the remaining cum from his now-satisfied shaft.
Still down on her knees in the shower, she looked up at him with a grin and said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” With an answering grin, he pulled her up so that she was standing next to him.
“You can thank me like that anytime, darlin’. I can see a lot of gifts in your future if that’s what I can look forward to.”
The water was turning cool, so they rinsed off quickly then exited the shower. Drying off separately, they stopped several times to kiss softly. Ryan used the blow dryer to dry Samantha’s long, thick hair. She yawned several times while he was drying her hair. When he was done, he told her he’d lock up the apartment and meet her in bed.
When he got back to the bedroom, Samantha was asleep. He knew that she hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. They were together nearly every night, and he didn’t usually get to her apartment until 10:00 p.m. or so. He kept her up for hours making love and talking before she went to sleep. While he slept in, she had to get up early to go into work. Although Ryan wanted to make love to her right then, he decided to let her sleep. He’d wake her up early in the morning and make sweet love to her.
Chapter 9
One night, about a week before Christmas, Ryan decided to push the issue of her moratorium on attending any family get-togethers. His mother had asked him if Samantha would be joining them to celebrate Christmas. The Christmas celebration at the Chisholm home was special and, as the woman he loved, Ryan wanted Samantha with him for that special family celebration. He had spent Thanksgiving with her at the apartment and missed his family’s celebration, so he decided to broach the topic again with her. They’d been dating nearly two months now. They were exclusive. They were a unit, damn it, and he would make her see reason.
It was 9:00 p.m. when Ryan got to her apartment. The television was on as Samantha was watching one of her favorite programs, a cooking show. As he took a seat right next to her, he put one arm around her and grabbed her hands with his free hand, tracing little circles on her palms with his thumb as he just enjoyed being with her.
* * * *
Looking at Ryan with trepidation, Samantha thought this must be it. He’s finally going to tell her their affair was over. She knew there had been something on his mind for the past few days. She dreaded just what that might be. He was going to break up with her. She just knew it. Over the past two months, she had gradually let down her guard with him and allowed him into her life. He spent nearly every night here at her apartment and had become an integral part of her.
She knew their affair had lasted far longer than any he’d had for quite some time. She had allowed that knowledge to wear down her resistance and had begun to think of a future with him. She had even thought that he might be growing to love her as much as she loved him. Obviously, she’d been wrong. Oh, how that hurt. She wasn’t going to let him see how much this hurt her. She loved him e
nough to set him free, if that’s what he wanted. She owed it to him to let him think this was what she wanted as well. She’d let him think he’d let her down easy instead of blowing her whole world apart. She owed him that for the past two months of joy he had brought to her life.
“Ryan?”
“Samantha?” They laughed self-consciously as they began talking at the same time. “Ladies first.”
Taking a deep breath for courage, Samantha sat up straight on the love seat. “Ryan, I know that you’ve had something on your mind this past week and I think I can guess what it is.” Drawing her hands away from his, she stood up and moved away from him. “I want you to know I’m okay with this. Don’t worry about me. I understand if you’re ready to move on. After all, this was just for kicks and giggles, right? I’ve had a good time while it lasted. No hard feelings?”
Ryan stood up and caught her hands in a tight grasp, pulling her into his body, his arms going around her body. “Whoa, darlin’.” He looked at her anxiously. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere. Where did you get the idea that I wanted to stop seeing you? That’s the furthest thing from my mind.”
“Well, you’ve been acting strange for several days. I thought that you were trying to figure out a way to let me down easy. I just want you to know that I’m okay with it. It’s time for both of us to move on.”
“Yes, I suppose I have been acting a bit distracted for the past week, but it doesn’t have anything to do with wanting to break up with you.” Samantha was confused by the smile on his face and the look in his eyes.
