10. Maeve

TEN

MAEVE

I'm stunned silent. Me, the somewhat innocent virgin, just fingered myself in front of a man I've only fantasized about. And this experience is way more enjoyable than being by myself. My eyes are closed, head resting on the pillow, and I'm trying to calm my heavy breathing. The orgasm he guided me through had me seeing stars, my body wound so tight that when I finally came it felt like soaring through the sky. It felt like an out-of-body experience.

"You good, baby girl?" JW's deep raspy tone has me lifting my head and opening my eyes. He's at the foot of my bed, his back propped against the brass metal footboard. One leg under the other, spread out, clothed to my complete nakedness.

"Yeah, I think so." I look down the slope of my body. He coached me the entire way through my orgasm. The demand in his voice had and still does have me in a chokehold. For instance, when JW told me to plant my feet on the mattress and spread, I did, and I still am. The whole time he was there as I explored myself in ways I never thought possible.

"I'll bet." He drags his tongue over his lips. My insides quiver with desire as if I didn't just come moments ago.

"What about you?" I ask, sitting up. My robe is useless with the way the two halves are spread. Still, the way JW is looking at me, I become bolder, wiggling my arms out of the robe and sitting up until I'm on my knees.

"What about me, Maeve?" It really isn't fair how ruggedly handsome he is. Chocolate-brown hair, sapphire-blue eyes, a day or so worth of facial hair, and lips that I really want to feel all over my body.

"It's only fair that you get off, too." My hands drop to the mattress as a sexual prowess comes over me. Who in the world am I, and what has JW done to make me feel this alive?

"Only way I'm coming, baby girl, is with your lips wrapped around my dick." I let out a whimper. "You want that, don't you?" He isn't looking for a response. He's watching and waiting. I move closer, crawling down the bed toward him, "Fuck, yeah, you do."

This time, it's me licking my lips, excited to make him feel a tenth of how I did. JW's hand grips the back of his neck, pulling the white cotton shirt over his head. I moan in delight on seeing his stomach and trailing upwards to his chest. God, I want to feel him against my body with nothing but bare skin.

"Come ‘ere, crawl closer," he elaborates as his thick fingers move to the button on his jeans. I may have had an inkling of what JW was packing, but nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for seeing his cock with my own eyes. Joseph William Johnson goes commando. His fat mushroom-shaped head is what I see first, followed by his length. How he's going to fit inside me, girth and length, I'm either lucky or going to be walking bowlegged.

"Umm…" I'm left speechless yet again. He maneuvers his jeans so they're out of the way while keeping them on.

"Hands on my thighs, baby girl. I'm going to guide you the entire time." I no sooner press the palm of my hands to the tops of his thighs than I feel his hand at the back of my head. But he doesn't pull me or shove me down, thankfully. That would be mortifying since I'm lacking in the experience department. Instead, he massages the base of my neck while slowly pulling me closer. "Mouth open. I'm going to feed my dick to you, and you're going to wrap your pretty mouth around my length and let me do the work."

True to his words, he guides his length into my open mouth. I wait for the next step. Meanwhile, my eyes are open, up front and personal with his powerful muscles, watching them clench as he moves me closer to the tip of his cock.

"Want to feel your tongue, Mae. Lick me, get me nice and wet." JW's desire heightens my own. I'm doing exactly as he says. My tongue sweeps along his head, gathering the precum to taste. A groan reverberates through my small bedroom, and I shift my hips in order to relieve the ache that's building between my legs.

"Hmm," I hum while continuing my path down the underside of his length before sliding back up, swirling my tongue along his head and going back for more.

"Wrap your lips around my head and hold still," he directs. His hips lift upward as he presses gently down at the base of my skull, feeding me one devastating inch at a time. I'm thankful he's being careful, but really, I wouldn't mind him moving the pace up a smidge. Still, I remain where I'm at, fingers digging into his jeans-covered thighs, my own thighs pressing together, and lowering my chest to find any semblance of relief. While I may still be innocent in some ways, I'm not above making myself come multiple times with my fingers or with the help of a toy.

JW quickens his pace, allowing me to bop up and down, suctioning my lips around his length, and on one particular downward path, he does the unexpected. While he's been slow and steady, he's now going faster and allowing me to do some of the work. I'm sure if he were to pull me off his cock right now, I'd be a mess of saliva dripping down my chin and neck, cheeks red with a flush deeper than ever, and my breathing would be more than erratic. I'd probably also climb up his body to plant myself in his lap, begging and pleading to get me off while he does the same.

"Just like that, baby girl. Suck daddy's cock." My eyes find his, locking in on one another's. The expression on his face has me more excited, pure and unadulterated lust. He isn't shying away from how he feels. I'm not going to either. There's no shame when a man and woman find something they enjoy. And boy, do I enjoy every single thing JW has done with me thus far. I close my eyes and suck his length all the way to the back of my throat, trying to relax and not gag.

"Hold me there, Maeve. Relax for me." He pushes deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I breathe through my nose and try not to move as he flexes his hips in small increments, having no idea how I'm remaining still and sane. The insides of my thighs are soaked with wetness. No amount of wiggling my hips or clenching my legs together helps. "My good girl needs to get off, doesn't she?" he says between movements. "Use your hand, Maeve, and make sure you do it fast. We're going to come together."

I nod my response, already sliding my hand between my thighs. Two fingers are on my clit, making circular motions. I'm so close. A garbled grumble noise leaves me when I feel the thick and heavy spurt of JW's cum hit my throat.

"Fuck." I keep working myself and swallowing around his cock as he stays still. It's an impossible task to remain coherent. My own orgasm is trying to devour me from the outside in.

"Look at you, working your pretty cunt, your mouth on my cock, and watching me the entire time." How is he still hard after coming? JW has a stamina that could rival a porn star. I'm no longer able to hold on. I slide a finger inside myself, using my thumb on my clit, and when JW pulls me away from his length…

I'm done.

I'm finished.

I'm absolutely losing my mind.

And it's all because of JW.

A man I thought would never be mine. And he's overwhelming every sense possible.

"Joseph." My head tips back, hand still holding on to his thigh, tightening my hold while my other is working myself through the orgasm that's taking hold.

"Damn, you're beautiful, and you're mine, Maeve, all mine." Any and all energy I have is zapped from within me. I fall forward, well aware of the man who JW is; he'll catch me when I need him to. He might not have given me the words yet, but it's not every day a man will plow his way into your place of employment, demand to know what's going on, kiss you stupid, and then make good on his word later that same day.

"Joseph," I say his name again. He wraps me up in his arms, holding me while he moves us until his back is flat on the mattress, and I'm nestled next to him.

"I'm here, baby girl. Always," he murmurs against the crown of my head. That's the last thing I hear before sleep pulls me under. I'm wrapped up in his warmth, protected in his arms, and right now, that's all I need.