His Fantasy

“Call it a fantasy but I wouldn’t complain if it did happen.”

She frowned as she pulled away to study his face. “Are you sure? You know, the age of consent and all.”

He laughed. “It’s me we’re talking about here, baby. It’s not like we’re strangers, right? I mean, we’ve done just about everything together.” He pulled her to him, his voice lowering as he pressed his forehead lightly against hers. “We have no secrets between us, right?”

“Not that I know of,” she replied. “Definitely not since you helped me with my exam.”

“Exams are one thing. Fantasies are another.” He pulled away and tapped the tip of her nose with his finger. “But whether it happens or not is going to up to you.”

She bit her lower lip, the implications behind his words turning her on. Really turning her on. But she also wanted him anticipating it, yet not knowing when—or if—it would even happen.

Two days later, she found herself awake before him. It was almost six in the morning, thirty minutes before his alarm would go off and he’d start another busy day at the office. She was usually the one still sleeping as he quietly got ready for work, kissing her forehead before he left the apartment.

He was lying on his back, his left arm along his side and his right arm spread across the top of her pillow where she often lay her head until he’d tell her his arm had fallen asleep. Sometime in the night when the A/C automatically switched off, she must have stolen all the covers, leaving him naked on the bed next to her, his legs sprawled—left leg bent at the knee and his right leg extended.

She bit her lower lip as she admired his flaccid cock resting on the crease between his groin and his right thigh. He was beautiful, perfect in every way. How she loved studying his body, from the well-defined muscles of his arms, his six-pack abs and his rock hard thighs, to the velvety smoothness of his glorious cock.

Oh, and that crown. She licked her lips. How she wanted to get started.

Thank goodness he didn't mind the attention. Certainly not when she had to study for her final Anatomy exam that one night and she couldn’t remember certain things that she wasn’t sure would be on the exam. Corpus spongiosum, corpus cavernosum, sympathetic versus parasympathetic response (they’d been warned it could be a bonus question). When she jokingly requested an actual specimen to study, he’d jokingly volunteered.

Only he wasn't joking and she'd been secretly hoping he'd volunteer all along. Suddenly, their years-long friendship and playful flirting turned into something more.

Even this, him sharing one of his fantasies.

She took a deep breath, knowing his alarm would go off soon. He looked so peaceful sleeping, with a slight smile on his lips as if he were in a middle of a sweet dream. This will be that dream, she thought as she slowly maneuvered herself between his legs, doing her best not to wake him.

As she rested her hands on the bed on either side of him, she wished she’d remembered to tie her hair in a pony tail. What if the feel of her hair falling over his hips would end up waking him before she could start?

Oh well. Too late for that now.

She licked the underside of the head of his cock first, using the flat of her tongue to coat his dick before gently sucking the head. A gentle suck, much like taking in a lollipop slowly before popping the full head inside her mouth, her lips sliding past the crown. He tasted slightly salty, his skin smooth like velvet. She rolled her tongue around the head a few times, coating it with her saliva before taking all of him in her mouth until her nose touched his belly.

She paused, reveling the feel of him inside her mouth.

All of him.

He moaned and she froze. For a moment, she wondered if he’d snap awake and forget all about what he’d told her two days earlier. Would he push her away? Would he feel violated? But there was nothing, just the feel of his body beneath her, a gentle sighing as if in surrender as she remained where she was, taking in the scent of him, the taste of him, the glorious feel of him in her mouth... growing.

Throbbing.

Pulsing.

Slowly what was asleep began to wake inside her mouth, growing harder… hotter… the tip pushing against the back of her throat as his cock hardened. She tried her best not to scratch him with her teeth, accommodating the thickening shaft filling her mouth. Then she felt his hand at the back of her head, keeping her in place.

“Baby… fuck.”

He groaned as she tongued the underside of his cock, slobbering over him now. His fingers tightened, gripping her hair as his hips began to move.

His thick cock filled her mouth now and oh, how she loved it. That fullness, the obedience it demanded from her to keep him in her mouth. She could taste his salty pre-cum, feel his pubic hair tickling her nose.

“Yeah, just like that, baby…” He cooed. “Just like that.”

How quickly his flaccid dick turned into this hard and heavy cock inside her mouth, hot and full against her tongue. This time she could not take all of him. She relaxed her jaw, feeling the crown press against the back of her throat.

Who knew her preliminary study of penile anatomy would turn her into an expert at sucking him off though never able to take him all into her mouth because he was simply too big.

Except today when she was able to do just that even for just a few moments. She moaned, feeling him sliding in and out of her mouth. It made her happy.

Very happy.

He groaned when her mouth left his cock. But only for a moment. Penile anatomy didn’t end with just the penis, after all. Wrapping his veiny shaft with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, she ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, strumming the skin at the base just above the sac.

Teasing him.

Playing with him.

Turning his fantasy into a reality.

She moved lower, first running the tip of her tongue along the crease before swirling figure eights around his balls with her tongue. Then she popped his balls in her mouth, one at a time and he whimpered, his fingers tightening its grip on her hair.

How she loved his every moan and hiss, every shudder and soon, his surrender.

“Fuck, baby, you’re amazing,” he breathed as she rested her forearms on his thighs before taking his cock in her mouth again. She loved the feel of his hand on the back of her head, guiding her movements as she took his cock down her throat, dragging her tongue along the sensitive underside every time she came up again.

He uttered her name like a mantra, like she were a goddess manifested in real form only this time, she was the one worshipping him and his glorious cock. His balls tightened and she relaxed her throat.

“Baby, I’m coming,” he groaned as the base of his cock throbbed. She watched him, sucking and licking his cock like a woman on a mission, determined to swallow every single drop that hit the back of her throat seconds later when his release came and he shattered before her, his body shaking, his fingers gripping her hair while the other fisted the sheets, now a rumpled mess around them.

When his body stopped trembling and his cock stopped pulsating, she kept him inside her mouth until he let go of her hair and gently pushed her away.

“Stop stop stop,” he whispered as she let his cock go with a pop. “Too sensitive.”

She licked her lips, not wanting to miss a single drop. “You like?”

“Baby, that was fucking amazing… just amazing.” Still gasping for breath, he patted the space next to him as the A/C switched back on. “Come here.”

As she crawled toward her spot on the bed, he pulled her to him and kissed her on the mouth, tasting himself on her tongue. “Give me a few minutes and it’ll be your turn.”

She frowned, glancing at his phone which should have blared its alarm by now. “Wait. Aren’t you supposed to be heading to work?”

He chuckled, pulling the sheets over them as she rested her head on his chest. “I’ve got the day off. Why? You got plans?”

She smiled. “Not anymore. Not when I hear someone's about to go down on me.”

He laughed and kissed her lips, not caring that he could taste his cum on her tongue. “You bet he is. You ready?”

She lay her head back on the pillow, moaning as his mouth found a sensitive spot on her neck and he nibbled.

Of course she was.

For him, she was always ready.