Page 103 of The Boyfriend Experience

It’s a very submissive position, I know this, but that’s not why I’m doing it.

I’m not submitting to him. I don’t expect him to submit to me, either.

We are equals, Law and I. I know this. It’s something he never has to say. It’s something between us. Respect? I dunno. I don’t think it needs a word because it’s just a feeling.

I put him in my mouth because I want to. That’s all there is to it.

I want to.

He leans his head back. His hands gripping the counter. Making his upper arms twist with shadows that highlight the long muscles of his biceps. I let go of his cock, press my face up to his groin as far as I can manage, and place my hands on his thighs as I bob back and forth, dragging my tongue up and down his shaft as we find our rhythm.

His breathing becomes heavy, laced with lust. His eyes close as I watch his face. His legs relax as he braces himself against the marble countertop.

I want him to come. I want him to be first for once. I want this so bad it becomes my mission.

“Oaks,” he whispers, his voice husky and low. “Let me—”

“No,” I say, pulling away for a moment. “No, Law. This time, you will let me.”

“But—” He tries to fight it. I know he wants to make his case. I know he wants me to come first. That’s what good boyfriends do. They let their girl go first. They open the doors, and pull out the chairs, and allow them to be first in everything.

Because the perfect boyfriend puts himself second.

But that’s not how it’s happening today.

Today he is first and I am second.

Because that’s what the perfect girlfriend does too.

I press my face up to his skin again, this time taking him deeper than I’ve ever taken him before. I swallow down the reflex to gag, and in doing so, send him over the edge.

He jumps off, willingly. His body stiff, his cock throbbing as he spills his release into my mouth and down my throat.

I watch his face as I swallow. His eyes open just in time to see this final gesture of my commitment.

And then he smiles and says, “You’re going to come twice for that,” like it’s a threat, and not a promise he wants to keep.

I stand up, his hands already unbuttoning my jeans. Dragging the zipper down. His fingers between my legs and then inside me before I can take another breath.

My body goes limp, but he’s there to catch me. He will always be there to catch me.

And before I know it, my back is pressing against the cold stone countertop. My pants are gone, dropped to the floor. My legs open, his hands on my knees, spreading me wide.

And then his face… his face is there. His chin pressing against my pussy as his tongue does a wild little dance across my clit.

I’m primed. Climbing the peak to the first climax is easy. It’s right there… right… there.

And the moment his fingers slip inside me. The moment his mouth closes over my clit and he begins to suck…

I come.

After that we take our time. He strips naked—I’m already naked—and he fucks me all over his apartment. On the counter first. Grabbing me by the knees and pulling my ass along the stone until his cock slides easily into my slick opening. He pounds me. He fucks me slow. He makes me come, and come again.

Then on the couch. Me in his lap. Kissing, tasting each other as I move, his hands on my hips, guiding me back and forth until neither of us can take it anymore.

Then against the wall. His hands under my ass, gripping me so tight, I’ll have bruises later. His thrusts so hard his balls slap up against my ass, which only drives me wilder.

Later, we take a shower. His hands all over me, soaping me up. Massaging my tired and quivering muscles. My hands doing the same for him.