PART III
---- OH, SINLESS LUST, LEAD THE WAY ----
I stood up and dropped my boxers revealing my penis, which at this point have harden without any physical stimulation. Never have I had such a strong erection without any physical stimulation. Saanvi alternate her gaze between my eyes and penis, all while wiping the saliva away from her tiny left boob.
“You.” She paused for a second to frame her question, “you shave your bottom?”
“Yes. Sometimes I do if I don’t forget.” I responded with a big laugh.
She immediately places her finger over her lips, prompting me to lower my volume so to not alert my housemate. The atmosphere was awkward and slightly comedic. We stare at each other for a couple of seconds; me fully naked while she was naked top half, until I break the cold silence.
“Do, do, do you want to give me a blowjob?” I stuttered badly from nerves.
“I don’t know how to.”
“It’s very easy only.”
“But what if you don’t like?”
“I’m a guy, for sure I like anything you do to me.”
She giggles softly from my response.
“Tie me up and slap me with a fly swatter. I will enjoy that too!”
She began to laugh loudly at the joke while she combs and tidy her long, black, curly hair with both her hands, throwing me the side eyes again. After tossing all her hair behind her shoulder, she got up to kneed in front of me, and grabs onto the bottom of my penis with her right hand. My pelvis spazzed involuntarily.
“What’s wrong?” Saanvi asked.
“Nothing, just very comfortable with your soft hand.”
Smiling shyly and gaining a little bit of confidence, she closes her eyes and moves her lips to inches away from the tip of my penis. Gently stroking it by about a centimetre for a few second as she mentally prepares herself. My breathing gets heavier as my penis began to erect further, with very muscle in my shaft tensed and the skin stretched out. She places her left hand on my thigh for better support, opens her mouth widely and very slowly moves her head forward to enclose the tip of my penis with her mouth. She then closes her mouth with her still-dried warm lips firmly wrapping around my penis, pushes her head a couple of inches forward to take in more of my penis before slowly pulling it out of her mouth. Her lips gliding through my skin from mid-shaft all the way to the tip as my penis exits her mouth.
She smacks her lips slightly and swallowed her saliva, as if trying to get used to the aftertaste of what I believe is her first ever blowjob. She lifted her head from the kneeling position and open her brown eyes widely, seeking for affirmation that she had done it correctly. My heart skipped a bit when we make eye contact. Something about her big brown eyes staring up at me while her right hand is gripping onto my penis and her left hand softly holding on to my thigh is breathtaking. Words just cannot describe. Something about her in that intimate and vulnerable position moves me deeply inside. It’s not driven by lust, money, or ill-motives but just pure passionate love, fondness, care, and appreciation for each other.
I frown my eyebrows slightly and gave her a grateful smile and nod of approval. She reciprocates with a big toothy grin, lowering her head, closes her eyes, and repeating the motion again. No improvisation, just opening her mouth widely to place my penis in without any contact whatsoever and then closes her mouth, wrapping my penis with her lips, and pulling it out of her mouth.
One time, two times, three times, four times and five times. It is exactly the same as how you will eat a stick of ninety-cent red bean ice-cream except in this case, a boneless meat.
She stopped to swallow the aftertaste as I lift my head and look around the room. My heart slamming against my ribcage at this stage while my entire head starts burning up. I caught her wet black bra and dark green panties hanging from the wardrobe. I trace the fabric of her damp cold panties with my finger. Slightly drier now, I guess.
Six times, seven times and eight times. For all intent and purposes, it was a badly performed blowjob but I was teetering on orgasm. It was the best feeling I got out of any blowjob I had received in my life. I could feel her love, her warmth, her passion, her care, and her willingness to give with every bob of her head. For the first time that night, I let my lust took control of my body. In a fit of passion, not motivated by sinful lust but passionate love, I stroke her head and grab on to a handful of her thick, black, curly hair like a porn actress as I guided the tempo of the same motions.
Nine times, ten times, eleven times, twelve time.
A flood of memories hit me. From the intimate moment we briefly shared in the icy-cold theatre to her willingness of taking in the most intimate part of my body into her most hygienic part of her body. The doses of girlfriend experiences Saanvi have displayed in a span of a couple of hours; from her voluntarily doing our laundry, the intimate touches of her hips and butt, and satisfying my personal needs. All of these without a single peep of complain from her. Just willingness to give and not asking to take.
Thirteen times, fourteen times, fifteen times, sixteen times, seventeen times. She didn’t stop to take a breather like before because of my guidance. My legs start to tremble involuntarily. I can feel the muscles within my penis contracting as if trying to push a load from my prostate out of my body.
My realization of her love from the flood of memories has sent me to the brink of orgasm. After what I remember to be about twenty poorly performed blowing cycles, I releases her head of hair and quickly grab onto her left wrist. She stopped immediately, quickly pulling my penis out of her mouth and shot me a piercing look.
“Ouuuucchhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What?”
“No, no please stop. I can’t. About to cum now.”
Saanvi breaks her wrist away from my grip as if I’ve burned her skin with my touch. She frowns with annoyance and pain in her eyes. A tiny layer of tears can be seen sparkling from underneath her eyes. I pounce forward and hold on to her tightly, trying to absorb the physical pain I unintendedly dealt on her.