Post-date Blowjob [FM]

We’d gone out to dinner. It wasn’t the first time for me to invite him back to my place, but for some reason it felt different. I guess we’d both had the perfect number of beers, and the perfect amount of flirty conversation. There was a sexual tension in the air that made us both walk just a little bit faster as we rounded the corner to my apartment. We’d done this before, but this time there was no gentle touching in the elevator. In fact, we stand in separate corners, looking at each other and smiling sheepishly in those slow 15 seconds to my floor.

In the entrance to my apartment, I feel a little more relaxed. Switching the corridor light on, I slip my shoes off quickly. He starts to fumble with his shoelaces as I dart into the apartment, quickly picking up some stray dishes and dropping them in the sink.
“Sorry it’s a little messy in here, I had a busy week at work so I – “
“Don’t worry about it! Uh, can I use your bathroom?”
He’s hopping on one foot now, trying to get his remaining shoe off.
“Sure, it’s just through there. Take your time, I need to tidy up.”
As the bathroom door clicks behind him, I gather clothes from the floor near my bed and hurriedly shove them into the laundry basket. I throw the pillows into place on the bed and hear the tap run as I billow the sheets out over the mattress. Then, his voice behind me,
“I did say don’t worry about it.”

I hear him step towards me, and then I can feel his breath on my ear. One of his hands softly moves around my waist while the other brushes the hair away from my neck. He kisses my neck softly, then moves his lips to my shoulder. He pulls the strap of my top to the side and kisses me again, rubbing the bare skin with his hands. They’re gentle kisses, but I can feel a heat coming from his body and I stiffen a little at his touch. He stops. His hand moves to my arms and he turns me to face him. His eyes fix on mine for a second before darting to my lips, and then he’s pulling into him. It happens so fast that my hands press awkwardly into his chest as his head tilts and he kisses me on the lips. We stumble backwards a step as our tongues press together and his hands move down to my lower back. Mine move up around his neck, and I push myself against him, moving my legs to grind onto his thigh a little as we kiss harder, with playful tongues. My skirt moves up my thighs and I can feel him getting hard through his jeans.

He pulls away and I feel dazed.
“Sit down.”
I take another step back and sink onto the bed, maintaining eye contact. For a split second we’re smiling at each other again, like in the elevator, but it passes from his face quickly as his eyes land on my mouth again. He takes a step toward me, his expression tense, and his knees push my legs apart, inching my skirt up my thighs again. I’m still staring into his eyes. I silently move my hand up to hook a finger through one of his belt loops, edging him forward slightly.
He reaches a hand down to cup my chin, then quietly says,
“I had a nice time tonight.”
“Me too.”
I smile for a second, then feel the thumb of his hand press into my skin a little harder. His expression goes soft, then almost blank, and in the same quiet voice, he says,
“Take off my belt.”
I stare at him for a moment before doing what he asked. For a few seconds the only sound is the soft jangle of the buckle moving against the button on his jeans, then the swish of the leather passing through the belt loops. I’m not sure what to do with it, so I place it awkwardly on my lap.
“And the button.”
I hesitate for a second and pop the button too, then pause, the zipper pinched between my fingers. For some reason, I want him to tell me again. But he doesn’t. He only looks in my eyes, nods his head, then moves his hand from my face to sweep my hair behind my ear.

I undo the zipper. I feel my mouth start to water, and I swallow hard. He pulls down the front of his jeans, just enough so that I can see the solid outline of his cock, straining against his boxer briefs. He grasps my hair and gently moves my face towards it, so I can feel how hard he is through the fabric, against my lips. I grasp onto his belt loops again with one hand, and with the other start to rub him through the layers, kissing him softly and breathing hard. I know he must be able to feel the heat of my breath on his skin through his briefs. I pause for a second, looking up at him.
“This angle is a little awkward.”
“Get on the floor.”
I move forward off the bed, the belt clanking softly to the floor, and my knees rest between his feet. I look up at him and run my hands back up his thighs towards his bulge. He holds onto my hair again, pulls my face back slightly, and then runs the thumb of his other hand across my lips before pushing it into my mouth, where I suck on it, looking into his eyes as I continue to rub him through his briefs.

The next part he doesn’t ask for help with; in two quick movements he takes his thumb out of my mouth, pulls down his briefs so that his cock springs free in front of me, then grasps my hair again, pulling me towards the side of it. He makes me lick the sides first, wetting every surface with my tongue, before his grip loosens slightly and his hand is resting in my hair, rather than guiding me. I adjust my angle again and, with a little extra saliva, gently suck the head of his cock into my mouth. I hear him almost-moan as he quickly exhales. I make a similar sound, savoring the slightly salty taste of his pre-cum as his head throbs against my tongue. I work my mouth up and down a few times, trying to find a gentle rhythm, before pausing to slowly lick the tip and glance up at him.

His expression has glazed over and his breathing is heavy. His cock is hard and weighty in my palm. I start to pump it, then take it into my mouth again. My free hand is gripping his leg, edging around to the back of his thigh to pull him closer to my mouth. I’m rhythmically sucking and moving my hand in time, using my tongue to push his head against the roof of my mouth. Every now and then his grip in my hair tightens but I maintain my rhythm, listening to the gentle moans that are now escaping his mouth. Every few strokes I try to let his cock deeper into the back of my mouth. I gag a little, but it only causes a rush of saliva to the back of my throat that I paint against his cock with my tongue every time I pause to take a deep breath.

His moans are getting louder now, and he’s thrusting a little to match the rhythm of my tongue. I rub my thumb along the underside of the base of his cock and move my head quickly, sucking hard and rippling my tongue against him. He suddenly thrusts it deeper still. His hand, still on my hair, grips tighter now, and I feel his thighs jerk slightly, his whole body tense up. A low, deep moan comes from the back of his throat.
“Fuck. Oh, jesus.”
His cum hits the back of my throat first, and I swallow it quickly, my eyes watering a little. The last of it oozes onto my tongue as I slowly slide it against the underside of his shaft. His cock twitches at my touch. I kiss it softly, sucking him in deep one more time to clean him off, before licking my lips and moving my face higher to kiss his stomach. I stand up slowly and collapse backwards onto the bed, before sitting up on my elbows and smiling at him. He pulls his briefs up, but pushes his jeans off and onto the floor, then climbs on top of me, our legs intertwining. His now bare thigh pushes up hard against my wet panties. His face is an inch away from mine.
“Thank you.”
It would turn out to be a long night.

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