Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Rylee

Damn, his cock is so big! That’s pretty much the only think I can think about with the way Erik holds the back of my head and his cock keeps threatening my throat. As if that isn’t enough to deal with, he’s cumming and I swear I’m going to drown!

Okay, don’t get me wrong. I love it. I really, really love it.

I started this blowjob when he was fast asleep and when he woke up and put his hand on the back of my head, it was like a victory. I mean, it was like… I know. Like when someone scores in soccer and the announcer screams, “Goooooaaaal!” That kind of energy. That kind of power.

But I’m still going to choke to death! I mean, how in the world do porn stars make it look so easy to handle a cock cumming right into your throat? This is not easy at all! I know it’s weird but I’m actually grateful that he has his hand on the back of my head so I just can’t escape, you know. I actually love that his hand keeps me in place. Because I know if it didn’t, I’d get away.

And it wouldn’t be nearly as sexy nor fulfilling as it is right now. I swear I feel like some sort of sex goddess. I feel that way even it what makes me a sex goddess is something over which I don’t have much choice at all. I still feel like a goddess and I love it.

My hands are free.

I have one on his balls, and I’m caressing them gently as I struggle to get his cum down (and try to do that without becoming nothing more than a stuttering mess.) I take my other hand, though, and slide it up over his belly. I love the feel of his skin, taut over his abs, and I love the heat of his body. I know three months of dating is too little to come to any real conclusions but it’s dishonest to pretend that I don’t feel like I’m falling in love with him.

Feel like.

Wow. I mean, it’s just a strange thing to feel this and not trepidation and fear. I man, the last three months of my life are such a dramatic contrast from the craziness of the months just prior. The difference is so stark, and from an emotional standpoint, I don’t know if I should laugh with glee at how things are now or just start crying because of everything that might have happened.

I’ll figure that out after I’m done making sure I don’t choke to death.

Okay, I need to stop thinking about things like that because I’m about to go into a giggling fit and then I really am likely to choke! So, I swallow hard. I do that repeatedly and, maybe just because it makes me feel like I’m hurrying things along, I moan like some sort of weirdo. I manage to swallow everything (and I feel inordinately proud about that) and slowly suck my way up his shaft. I stay about one third of the way down for several seconds. Then, I suck my way off, kiss the tip, and say, “Good morning, Baby.”

I don’t wait for a response but roll out of the bed and run to the bathroom, giggling the whole way. It’s kind of strange, too, because I’m just not the kind of girl who giggles like this. Well, I guess I am right now. I get to the bathroom and hop in the shower.

I’m not in there long when I hear the door open and then, the shower door opens and Erik steps in.

“You disappeared before I could properly thank you for such a wonderfully warm greeting.”

He pulls me close and, damn, I giggle again. “Well, you’re welcome.”

We kiss and it’s warm and soft and sweet. He wraps his arms around me and holds me like he’s planning to protect me from any harm, and that is the difference being with Erik has made in my life. I feel safe. I feel protected.

I also feel incredibly horny.

Our kiss turns more aggressive. His hands start to roam over my wet body, slicking the water off me even as the shower soaks me again. He grabs my breasts in the palms of his hands and squeezes softly. Then, he pinches my nipples and flicks at them lightly with his thumb and forefinger.

This, in tandem with the jets of water pulsing over my skin, makes me practically climb up Erik like he’s a tree and I’m some wild and ready bear cub. Okay, so weird analogy I know, but damn, my mind is a bit preoccupied right now.

Erik turns me and presses my back against the shower wall. He trails a hand down my side. He reaches my hip and then, he reaches behind and grabs my ass. I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist, drawing him to me.

His cock thrusts in and he feels so good! We press our wet bodies together tightly and he thrusts faster. I’m already on the brink of orgasm in what feels like just seconds, but I try to hold back.

No real chance of holding back, though. Erik moves harder, and I urge him on. Kissing him on the neck, running my hands down his back and grabbing his ass. I want everything from him and I want to give everything to him. I pull him against me with an unexpected urgency.We kiss again and our mouths communicate the same message. We want each other, and we don’t want it to ever end.

Okay, well, I communicate that. But I think that’s how he feels, too.

Erik picks up the pace, and there’s no holding back regardless of my intentions. I cry out as my orgasm washes over me, making me shake so hard that I almost fall over. I don’t fall. Erik has a good grip on me.He always does. Even as I cum, I keep moving, enticing him, wanting him to cum again. It feels wonderful waking him up with a blow job. Now, I want to see him cum a second time and know that I’m the one who made it happen.

His shoulders press into me, driving me against the shower wall with each thrust. I’m practically blinded by the steam and water streaming down my face. My hair is hangs in my eyes, I grip his head to me rock my hips forward.This whole situation is like a movie and not reality.

Except it is real, and it’s so damned intense!

Erik shudders hard and cums, groaning with a deep rumble that I feel in my own body.I cling to him so tightly that it’s a wonder I don’t actually cause him pain. I hold him tightly and I just don’t really have any… I don’t know what to call it. I don’t have any…

Sorry. I’m trying to just point out that Erik’s in complete control of me. I don’t make any decisions. I just cling to him.

It takes several minutes to calm down enough to actually shower and wash up. I’m back to giggling, especially when Erik insists on washing every bit of me, making me shudder as his fingers play with my still very sensitive pussy.

We get out, finally, and get dressed. And watching Erik get ready for work, I feel my heart fill up and then empty. Then, I get a brilliant idea. “Hey, I’ve never seen where you work and you’ve seen my workplace all the time.”

“You work at a bar, Rylee. Even if I weren’t hanging out with you, I’d know your workplace.”

“I know, yes, but what if I followed you into town today and got to see the firehouse.”

Erik stands and gives me a kiss. “If you want to waste your afternoon tailing me to the firehouse, that’s fine with me.”

I get so excited that I bounce around like a kid just told she’s going to Disneyland. “Okay! Let me go get dressed.”

“You are dressed.”

“I’m stay all day at the hotel room dressed, not go see my boyfriend’s place of work dressed.”

There’s a brief pause as we both compute what I just said.

Boyfriend.

Wow.

I’m afraid to look at him and his reaction so I hurry off to dress.

We get into Erik’s car and the drive is somewhat quiet, but it doesn’t feel strained. It just feels comfortable. I turn to look at him. He’s the most incredible person, and I just feel so amazed every time I look over and see him still there.

I reach over and place a hand on his thigh. He gives me a brief smile. “Better keep things PG. I have to keep my head in the game today.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be on my best behavior when I meet all your firehouse buddies.”

His smile wavers a bit, but he covers my hand with his and I shrug off any misgivings.

This is my guy. My boyfriend. Of course, he wants me to know all about his life.

Right?