Melting Ice

Part 3

His dick is huge. Not just thick, but long as well. Now I'm freaking out.

'Oh my god! How is it going to fit?'

There is no way in hell I'm letting that thing near my vagina.

'But I said yes, I promised.'

He grow impatient beneath me. He grabs my hair and pulls my closer to so I'm right above it. I exhale slowly, causing his dick to twitch, and he moans so deeply that I can feel it reverberating in my soul.

Slow and gently, I lick my tongue from base to tip, swirling it back and forth along the bottom. Again, he growls and his hips thrust forward, trying to enter my mouth, but I pull back. I see his balls at the base and gently pick them up massaging them with my fingers as I brush my lips sensually up and down his dick.

Up... Down...Up...Down... I start stroking his long shaft with my small hands and he pulls my hair, not enough to hurt too much, but enough to keep his hand from flipping me over, taking me right then and there.

He's getting restless, so finally, I part my lips slightly, and he takes his chance to push the head of his cock through the small, wet opening.

He feels so good in my mouth. The warmth of his long, hard shaft. The musky smell of his erotic manliness.

Up and down...up and down...my lips tugging and pulling, my tongue lathering him, massaging him.

Up and down... Up and down... the tension is building in him. His muscles are tensing, his pulse sky-rocketing...but I don't want it to happen yet, so I stop.

If looks could kill, I would have dropped dead from a heart-attack. Not because he is angry at me for stopping, but because the heated lusty look in his eyes would cauterize my heart. He sits forward, staring me in the eyes.

"Why did you stop?"

I'm too scared to speak.

"If you don't continue, I will be forced to relieve my...tension... another way. I look down to escape his burning stare, but realize I'm staring at his glistening hard on, so I turn to the side, my hair shielding me from his view, and almost cower on the corner of the bed.

"I can't do this. I can't do this.... But what do I tell him?

Unexpectedly, he's at my side, nuzzling my jaw and collarbone. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you. Your just so...so... Good. I was surprised and aroused. I didn't mean for my hormones to take over. Will you forgive me?"

I look up through a patch of my hair to see the sincerity in his eyes. Blushing I nodd. He beams at me, sweeping my hair away from my face and over my shoulder where he gets a nice side profile of me. His lips are on my in seconds, first giving me a slight peck on the forehead, then returning to my starving lips. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and I feel heaven and hell collide around me, but I don't care. all I care about is the man inside my mouth... and soon to be elsewhere.