Surrendering Affair

Chapter 7*

"So Ricky." I leaned back in the couch, crossing my legs. As I crossed my legs, one of them were revealed from out of my robe. Ricky cleared his throat at the sight of it. I continued on speaking to him. "What were you busy with upstairs?"

"I'd been writing a new song for an artist. They're pretty known, I'm not sure if you'd know them." Ricky shrugged.

"Try me." I smirked at him, slowly running my fingers along the bare skin of my knee.

"Jimi Hendrix?" He asked in an upward voice.

"Never heard of him." I shrugged. "He sounds like a drip."

"He's pretty talented." Ricky leaned forward. He still seemed highly uncomfortable. Like he could down in his own sweat.

"Maybe I should get you a drink." I offered. "The ice is probably going to melt while we wait this out. So we might as well make us glasses of water."

"Sure, I'll have a glass of water." Ricky nervously said.

I smirked at him, rubbing my fingers through his hair for a brief moment. "Calm down."

Then nonchalantly I stood up and walked toward the kitchenette. After returning with two glasses, I took a seat next to him and handed him one. As his fingers clasped the glass, it slipped on the condensation. Ricky yelped out as he spilled his water all over himself.

His blue pajamas were soaked from it. He jumped as he tried to pick up ice and place it back in the glass. I laughed out at the spectacle. He didn't find it as funny.

"Oh come on, Ricky." I laughed as I wiped my hand on the wet fabric of his shirt. He finally gave me a smile.

"Now it's soaked. It feels horrible." He smirked as he looked down.

I placed my hand on his chest, then I allowed the fabric of his collar to slip between my fingers. "Why don't you take the shirt off? Just to get more comfortable, of course."

He paused for a moment, then looked down as he unbuttoned the pajama shirt. I watched as his fingers undid each silver button. Reaching forward, I helped him slide it down his shoulders.

"I guess this is for the best." He said as he looked down at his bare torso. "Since it's so hot and all."

"You were practically sweating through that shirt anyway." I reached over and ran my fingers down his wet torso. "Now you can breathe."

"Can I be candid with you for a second?" Ricky asked. I tilted my head at him in attention. Ricky leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "If I'm being totally honest, I thought I upset you in some way."

"Upset me?" I asked in a calm, sweet voice. "What would make you think that?"

"Well, after we... we did that. You kind of just left." Ricky sighed. "I left the room to catch some air and when I came back you were gone."

"I thought you wanted me to leave... I thought that's why you ran out." I admitted. "It wasn't your performance... for your first time with another woman it was great."

There was a pause between us.

"I know you've probably had many men." Ricky breathed out, his nostrils flaring. "And I don't want to be a disappointment to you."

"You're not, trust me." I placed my hand on the nape of his neck, running my fingers through his hair. "And if keep doing it, you'll learn along the way."

"Keep doing it?" He rose his eyes up to me. "You want to keep doing it?"

Finally, the moment I'd waited for. "I really like you Ricky. I like you a lot. And if you need someone in your life to show you the ropes to something like this... I'd never protest being the one to do it."

"Well..." Ricky coughed a bit. "Then I'd like that... very much."

As he spoke, his member slowly began to rise in his pants. His eyes looked to me, and as time passed it seemed like his cock was beginning to look at me too. His cheeks became red and flushed from the thoughts running in his mind. His slight adam's apple moved up and down in his throat as he constantly cleared it.

Slowly I allowed the fabric of my robe to fall off my shoulders. Then I moved it down so it rippled around my waist. Ricky's impulses kicked in, his hands reaching and grabbing my breasts. He roughly and quickly kneaded them, causing me to cup my hands over his to slow him down.

"Slow..." I said in a whispering voice, guiding the palms of his hands on my breasts. My chin lifted when Ricky decided to roll his thumb over my nipple. "Good." I encouraged.

He slowly leaned forward, leaving a kiss on my nipple as he cupped one of my my breasts. He kept kissing over my skin.

"You can lick it if you want." I told him. He slowly shut his eyes. His tongue made its way to my nipple, the tip rolled over it. Immediately he began sucking on it. I gripped onto his hair at the sudden change. He was back to rushing things, devouring it.

I pulled on his hair, removing his puckering lips from my breast. "But I want more, Nicole."

"You can call me Mistress." I told him with my hand gripped in his hair. "And I'll show you how to please me. How about that?"

"Okay." He said quietly, his head tilted back toward the grip I had on his hair.

"Yes, Mistress." I corrected.

"Yes, Mistress." He repeated. I opened my legs, tugging on the skirt of my robe to open it. The fabric fell on the outer sides of my thighs, my core was in open view. Ricky stared down at it in awe.

"I want you to get on your knees in front of me, and lick it like you did my tit." I instructed. After releasing his hair, he got down on his knees on the floor. After crawling over to my legs, he kneeled in front of me. He was awkward and unsure of exactly what to do. His hands fell limply in front of him as he leaned forward and licked my slit.

I leaned back in the couch, my hips moving forward. The more he licked the more passionate he got. As he keep going, I moved my hips up and down against his tongue. My hips tensed as I reached climax. He pulled back, watching me reel above him from his position on the floor. Below me.

He licked his lips as I stood up in front of him. My robe was hardly on, the torso falling limply over my legs. From my waist up I was totally nude. The robe had practically become a skirt. He looked down toward the floor as he kneeled there. The candle lit behind him shined on his back, illuminating his muscles. I ran my hand down his back, kneeling over him. He nuzzled his face into my thighs.

"Sit on the couch." I ordered. Ricky stood up and took a seat on the couch. I placed one knee on the couch, bracing myself as I stood in front of him.

Ricky watched with a bitten lip as I took his pants and moved them down his thigh. My hand wrapped around his member, which was slowly beating upward. I guided him as his hand glided up and down his shaft. "I've never done this... or I have. But not like this."

"How do you do it, then?" I asked him quietly. I placed my hand in front of his mouth. "Spit." I instructed. He complied.

"I'll show you someday." He whispered in a shaky voice. I used his spit to lubricate him. His mouth pouted as I continued running his hand up and down his cock. He let out light moans as I helped him. My breasts were right next to his face. Finally he released onto his stomach. He gasped out as I wrapped an arm around his head, his cheek going into my chest. I ran my other hand down his neck to his chest.

He looked down at the mess we'd made on his stomach. I stood up straight, placing a hand on my hip. "Now into the bathroom."