An Authorized Excerpt
It was no use. If I didn’t say something, I’d burst.
“Honey… Lawrence… you don’t have to
pull it out quite so fast.”
He was still jerking his shaft, milking
the last few droplets of come onto my bare chest, his face
contorting with pleasure. But his eyes opened and looked
down at me, uncertainty flashing in their dark blue depths.
“Believe me, Miranda, that was the last
minute.”
“No,” I corrected him. “The last minute
is…” I paused, as one final glob of white oozed across his
shiny helmet. “Round about now. Anything that happens before
that is simply the build-up.”
“But…” I think he was lost for words.
“It’s in your mouth.”
“So? It’s not as though I don’t know
what happens in there.” I have his ball bag a light squeeze.
“Plus, if I was worried about that, I wouldn’t have put it
in there in the first place.”
Again, he was searching for some kind
of response. “I just thought…. No, I didn’t think you’d
want…. Most girls don’t like…”
“A mouthful of hot come? Don’t believe
it. Most girls love it.” I paused and thought about what I
was saying. “Okay, it can take a bit of getting used to. But
even then, it’s only the idea of it that’s icky. When it
actually happens and you realize that it’s really not that
disgusting, there’s nothing else like it.”
He kissed me. “I’m sorry. Next time.”
And then, “Is there anything I should do? Like…” This
obviously wasn’t easy for him to talk about and, quite
frankly, I wished he’d stop. But he pressed gamely on. “How
deep should I be when I… and is there anything I should be
eating to make it taste better?”
I stopped him right there. “Why do guys
always have to plan everything out? This isn’t painting by
numbers, you know. If something happens, it happens. It
doesn’t matter if the stars are correctly aligned, or
whether you had broccoli for breakfast, or which sock you
took off first. We’re making love, not a model airplane.”
I spoke a little harsher than I
intended to, but it’s true. Guys spend so much time worrying
about how to have sex, they often forget that they’re
having it, and by the time you’ve finished answering all the
questions (how does that feel… am I doing it right… was it
good for you?)…. Oh, you know what I mean. Having sex
is one of the few occasions in life when we can actually
throw away all our little rules and regulations and act like
little animals. But how wild can you be with the Spanish
Inquisition drilling holes through your head?
I leaned forward, took his soft, sticky
cock in my mouth and gave it a long, lingering suck. He was
drained. I knew it and would be heading back to his place
before he built his strength back up. But I wanted to give
him something to remember me by… or should that be something
else? I knew from experience, the moment you tell a guy you
want to taste his come, he won’t be able to think about
anything else. Ha-ha, join the club.
