Invite Her Upstairs

I finally manage to form words from my mouth as her fingers reach the bottom of my length.

“Do you want to head upstairs?” I murmur, my heart beating quicker and quicker, my breathes becoming deeper to compensate.

Molly gives her head a nod, and slowly begins to sit up but keeps her hand on my cock, shrugging the blanket off her body. Finally, she lets go, just to take my hand and I lead her up the stairs to the bedroom. She shuts the door behind her and steps up to me, my back to the bed.

Her hands go to my waist and mine to her shoulders, pulling my body closer to hers. Our lips finally touch after what felt like an eternity. A slow, delicate kiss which we hold for a few seconds before parting for air. Molly’s cheeks are just as flush red as I’m sure mine are, and we smile at each other. Her head suddenly drops down as she lowers herself onto her knees in front of me, her fingers moving to the front of my jeans, helping themselves to my zipper.

My jeans drop down to my ankles, followed shortly by my boxers. I breathe a sigh of relief as my cock springs out, finally free to grow to its full length. I almost fall back onto the bed, using my hands to prop myself up as Molly reaches her hand out and wraps her fingers around the base.

“It’s exactly how I imagined it…” she whispers to me as her grip slowly moves up and then back down again. I hardly have enough time to contemplate the meaning of what she had just said. I had spent plenty of time imagining what she looked like with no clothes on, but never before had I realised that she might have imagined similar things about me.

Molly’s fingers grip a little tighter, so they are no longer just gliding along my sensitive skin. A quiet moan escapes my lips as her hand slides back towards my body again. She smiles up at me, her other hand reaching up and gently cupping my balls.

With a wicked look in her eye, she leans forwards, gently giving the tip of my penis a kiss, and then a lick from the middle up sending a shiver down my legs and up my spine. I knew she wasn’t exactly inexperienced but pleasantly surprised by how much she seemed to like teasing.

Finally, Molly relented. Opening her mouth wide, she placed the head of my cock on her tongue as her red lips close around it. Slowly, she pulls it out, letting out a satisfying pop as the air rushes back into her mouth. She doesn’t wait around to put it back in though, as she put my cock back in her mouth, moving her head forward and back again until her lips were against the mushroom edge of my dick. Her tongue shifts about, sending warm sensations down my shaft.

Her hand on my balls gently cups them, her palm shifting in a massaging fashion. Usually, I would imagine this would tickle, but the majority of my nerves were sending signals from elsewhere, dulling the feeling. Her other hand continues to work on the base of my cock in time with her lips. It passes over the bottom half, keeping it angled perfectly for her head to bob back down, taking more and more of my cock each time until just her thumb and forefinger have room on my shaft. She holds her head there, keeping up her motion with her tongue until her eyes start to water, and then some.

Finally, she pulls off for breath, using her sticky saliva as lubricant for her hand to keep me going. “How am I doing?” Molly asks, smiling up at me. A small dribble of saliva drips down her chin onto her top.

“Amazing, not sure I’ve ever felt this good before.” I half mumble, half moan. This girl was a natural at this. “I’m not sure how much longer I’m going to last.”

Molly pauses her strokes for a brief moment, moving her hands down to the bottom of her top and she pulls it up, revealing her small breasts held in by a lacy bra. She quickly resumes her hand job, rolling her hand around my member as it slides up and down, making sure she is teasing all the sensitive parts. She spits down onto the tip, adding more saliva as I feel what is currently there begin to drip down my bollocks and thigh.

“That’s ok babe” Molly says with her adorable smile. She gives my cock a little squeeze, pushing her hand back to the bottom as her lips engulf my cock again. She wastes no time, her head bobbing back down to almost the base, and then back up to my glands and down again. Her tongue slides around and I can feel saliva dripping down my dick from her mouth. Her eyes look up at me the entire time, never breaking eye contact.

I let out a moan, louder than any before as my fingers start to grip into my duvet under me. My eyes glance from hers, to her mouth, and down to her petite body. Her breasts were tantalisingly close, just covered by the small amount of fabric of her bra. My legs begin to tense up as I start to reach the point of no return.

“Molly…” I pant out, knuckles almost white from holding on as long as possible. “I’m… gonna cum…”

One last time, Molly’s head bobs down, my cock disappearing from view before she slowly pulls back up again. My cock pops out, red and pulsating in her hand, moments from the end. Molly opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out slightly, pushing my tip onto it as her hand gently strokes its way down my length, her thumb taking extra care to rub against the frenulum as it moves down.

That’s enough to send me over the edge. I let out a loud moan as my hips buck forward, sliding my cock further into Molly’s mouth as it begins to erupt. I throw my head back as the first jet sprays directly onto her tongue, and she moves back to compensate for my movement, only a little too far. My dick throbs in her hand as he second spurt comes as my cock rubs back against her bottom lip. Molly tries to redirect it, causing the third to mostly hit her top lip and left cheek.

My orgasm slowly starts to subside as Molly’s hand gently rubs the last of the cum from my shaft. My cum slowly drips down her face and neck, dropping onto her boobs, bra, and some onto her lap. With her spare hand, she scoops up what she can from her face and licks her hand clean, finally letting go of my drooping penis.

I finally start to come down from likely the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had, finally looking down at the girl between my legs cleaning up after the mess I caused on her. I can’t help but grin and she let off her trademarked giggle as she watches me.

“That was fun.” She whispers, slowly getting to her feet.

“You are incredible.” I say slowly, reaching out and pulling her gently towards the space on the bed next to me. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt about doing this, with you.”

“You know I had a massive crush on you at uni, right?” she responds with a laugh, sitting down next to me and placing a hand on my bare thigh. “We could have done this every day of the week.”

“Wait what?” I stammer out, taking a few moments to really process what she said. My face contorts to a quizzical look which makes Molly laugh again.

“Yeah silly. You are just bad at picking up clues. How many girls handcuff themselves guys at Halloween parties just because they have bad cop costumes on?”

“OK yeah, that ones on me.” I sigh, remembering back to that October night in the pub, dressed in the cheapest police officer costume I could get, sitting next to Molly in her slutty student which was really just her excuse to show some cleavage and wear a short skirt, something that drive me wild back then.

“At least we finally did something.” I say, as my breathing finally starts to get back to normal. I couldn’t help but shift my eyes down to her boobs before I catch myself and look up again.

“Well… the night is still young. Ish.” Molly replies with a coy smile. And just like that, I could feel my cock twitch.