Life is never what it seems.

Chapter 13

Blake walks me up the stairs to his room, and as he opens the door, he pulls me against him, licking my lips. "You taste so good!" He moans into my mouth while sucking my lip. He walks me backwards towards his bed, his tongue caressing mine as he scoops me up and wraps my legs around his waist. 

He carries me to the bed, lays me down, kisses my neck, and then lies on top of me. "Are you ok?" I ask, touching his face. "I'm good, better than ever!" He stares into my eyes and kisses my knuckles. "I wasn't with that girl yesterday; we were out picking up supplies for everyone. "The condoms were for us, not her or anyone else!" He whispers. Against my lips. 

"I don't want anyone else to do it for me." I reach forward to kiss him, and he tastes like strawberries. Mmm, yummy, licking his lip before kissing the side of his mouth as I move down, sucking and biting his neck. He must have enjoyed what I was doing since he was moaning. 

Babe," he moans out. Oh my God, did I hurt you?" I ask him, concerned. "No, no, far from it, but you have made me hard as a rock right now!" laughing as I bite my lip at the excitement that I made him that way. "Show me!" He glances at me, not needing anymore encouragement, as he tugs my dress up over my thighs. He glances down when he notices I'm bare with no knickers. He stared back at me with questionable eyes, and I shrugged. "Easy access for you!" I tell him, a little embarrassed at what he might think. 

He groans as he drags his shorts down, not expunging them, before pushing himself against me. He looks at me as he pushes against me, but I stop him. I believe he believes I don't want to do this. He moves away as he pulls them back up. No, I mean, "Show me how?" I ask him again. He looks at me, puzzled. "Show you what, babe?" He pulls away and looks at me. I murmured, "The best way for you?" "What?" I pointed to his hardness to make him comprehend what I was trying to say, but he still seemed perplexed. God. "How do I go down on you?" I ask him, uncomfortable, since I don't know how. "Umm, babe, I don't need you to do that!" "oh okay!" I glanced aside. "No, babe, I won't. You trust me; I do. I don't want you to feel like you have to do it." I stare at him. "I'd like to try with you. 

You always make me feel incredible and satisfied, and I can't imagine how it feels for you to not be satisfied. He smiles, "Okay, I can show you." "Are you sure?" He chuckles. "Yes, Blake, show me how to make you feel good like you make me!" He comes up and directs me to take off his shorts. I did what he said and pulled them down, but it got trapped over his hardness. 

He chuckles at me, making me more nervous than I already was. "Pull it away from my dick and down, babe. When my hardon is hard, it's harder to do so, but not when I'm soft, which is never around you." He laughs. "You can just pull them away." "Like this, I ask as I pull them over his head." He lifted one foot for me and then the other, allowing me to throw them over my shoulder. 

He sits in the chair and spreads his legs. "Come over here and get on your knees, babe!" I get on my knees beside him. But he guides me between his legs, rubbing his hard-on with his fingers. "You ready?" I smile. "Yes, show me how to make you feel great!" He directs my hand to his hard-on, wraps it around him, and moves it up and down. He takes his hand away and allows me to do it on my own. When I look at what I'm doing, it feels smooth but hard. Pre-cum oozes from his tip, indicating that I'm doing something right. I lean down with the desire to lick his crown, sticking my tongue out and lap it up, babe," he jumps as he moans. Looking up at him, I recognize the sound he makes now and know he enjoys it. I slide my lips over the crown and press the tip of my tongue against the hole. "Ahh yeah, babe, just like that!" I move my hand up toward my mouth as I lower it. I slide down, filling my mouth as much as I can. He's way too big for me to take, but I'll give it my best shot.