Amber smiled. “I like it when you call me sweetie.” She placed her hands on my shoulders and kissed me again, then told me, “Lay back. I want to make you feel good.”
I did. I was far too shocked to do anything else. Hell, she could’ve asked me to do anything at this moment, and I’d have done it without questioning. I laid back with my head on my pillow, and Amber pulled the sheets away from my body. Then she put both hands on either side of my shorts, and pulled them down to my thighs. My erection sprang up obediently.
“This is nice,” she said, taking it in her hand. She gave it a small taste right on the head, and licked her lips. “Tastes good, too.” She climbed onto my shins and sat there. “You okay?”
I nodded, too stunned to say anything else. This fine young woman was holding my dick. I was finding it hard to believe it was real.
She took me in her mouth. It was warm and wet and wonderful. She used her tongue to tease me, and I gasped, “Oh God.”
She stopped and smiled. “It’s been a while, huh?”
“Ages.”
She continued, and now, she pushed her hair out of the way with her other hand, and locked eyes with me. If I thought just seeing her topless a minute ago was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, this view beat that. Amber sucked my dick with a passion, with a talent. She watched me as I watched her.
And oh God, did I watch her. Her lips wrapped around my dick. Her breasts tickling my thighs. And her gorgeous green eyes, wide with amusement.
Suffice to say, I didn’t last long. “Amber, I’m gonna…”
She nodded, but didn’t let up. She just kept sucking on me, and when I came – hard – she took all of my member in her mouth and sucked it all down. After she’d gotten it all, she released me with a loud pop in the otherwise silent room.
“God, Amber,” I said, “you’re fantastic.”
She picked up her shirt from my bed and used it to wipe her mouth. “That was a lot. But I guess you’re not used to that.”
I shook my head. “I can’t even remember the last time my ex did that. And she sure didn’t smile at me afterwards.”
Amber grinned. “I actually like doing that. As long as the guy appreciates and respects me, and doesn’t treat me like some slut.”
I brought her into my arms. “I’ll never treat you like that.”
“I know you won’t,” she said. “I bet you’ll sleep well after that.”
“I know I will.” I kissed her again. “Thank you, sweetie.”
“Goodnight, Sam.”
“Goodnight.” I watched her leave, still topless, shirt in hand, and close the bedroom door behind her. I laid back in my bed. I thought to myself, wow. I could definitely get used to this.
As you can see, the whole situation was my ex-wife’s fault. If she hadn’t left me, I wouldn’t have gotten into this situation in the first place.