Agreement

As he unbuckled his belt, Connor tried to keep himself together. He focused on slowing his breathing and not fumbling anything. Don't get nervy, he told himself, stay in control of yourself if you want to be in charge of Joan. He stripped to his boxers as Joan watched from her position kneeling on the floor. She looked at the bulge in his erection and unconsciously bit her lip. Connor had to restrain himself from grabbing her and making out on the floor. Instead he sat on the edge of her bed, and beckoned.

He was pretty sure that Connor had no experience giving head, and he had never received a blowjob before either. He leaned forward and gently brushed her hair, only to feel her shiver in response. Connor wasn't sure if it was nerves or arousal. Or both.

"Hey," he said as reassuringly as he could, "Have fun. I'll let you know what I'm enjoying. Love you." With that, he kissed her forehead and then leaned back on his elbows. Connor looked at his erection as it tented his underwear, at her eye height as she knelt on the floor, and reached out. She stroked it, almost like petting an animal, through the cloth, and felt it get even harder.

Connor looked down and tried to stifle a groan as Joan pulled down the waistband and let his cock stand upright. She stared at it for a moment, enjoying her first look at her boyfriend's dick. Then she took hold of it at the base and began to softly pump her hand.

"Like this, right?" she asked.

"Yeah. I mean, the head's more sensitive, but this is nice," replied Connor, then, seeing her other hand move underneath, "but if you're going to umm... play with my balls? Just be careful." Joan was certainly careful, softly caressing his sack while continuing to jack him off.

Connor was unable to hold back from moaning. It wasn't loud, and the grin it elicited from Joan was worth any embarrassment he felt at not seeming dominant enough. Joan lunged forwards so fast that Connor almost flinched away, and gave the head of her boyfriend's cock a quick lick. She seemed to enjoy the taste, because she repeated it. After a few licks, she opened her lips wide and tried sucking at the head.

Connor nearly threw Joan backwards as he thrust. Arching his lower back, it was only Joan's hands on his cock that let her move with him. His cock left her mouth, and she looked at him in confused panic.

"I'm really sorry!" he blurted, "It was so good, I got taken by surprise. I'll try to sit still now."

With that, Joan returned to sucking dick. Connor tried to keep relaxed, but he found himself squirming and writhing with the heat and the friction. He'd been vaguely scared of teeth but Joan was doing an amazing job with her tongue and lips; the suction was incredible and he realized he'd not given any of the tips he'd promised. He looked down into Joan's warm brown eyes and decided to help her do even better.

"That's great," he said, "can you go deeper?"