ADULT CONTENT

Touch me

"Lev, baby," I felt his hot breath on my neck as his hoarse whisper reached my ear. "You awake?"

I barely was, it's still dark, air is refreshingly cold and stars are gleaming through canopy of leaves above our little campsite. We are on a way back from our first joint mission.

I want to return to my sleep, but he is slightly trembling near me, and I wonder what's wrong. The job required few fights, but we conducted them efficiently and fast, with our goal in minds, and he wasn't seriously injured. Or maybe he was just managed to hide it from me.

"Yes, Gajeel, what is it?"

He seems unsure, but after a moment breathed his answer.

"I had a dream about us. Fuc… lovemaking." He paused clearly struggling to choose his words. "Woke up in the middle turned on as hell. Can you… can you touch me? Please, baby!"

Mix of emotions dashed through me. I was thrilled and terrified. We were intimate couple of times before. Well, sort of, just a light touches over clothes. I was nervous and he didn't push me, saying softly that he can wait. And this direct plea made me feel lightheaded.

He gingerly took my hand and placed it on his chest. Hot skin under my fingers, there are nothing on him under the blanket, except boxers he slept naked. I felt constriction of muscles caused by my touch. It's fascinating. I longed to touch him, dreamed about it, and for a long time, but was scared that I won't be able to please him with my complete lack of experience.

"Here" he moved my hand closer to his nipple. "But…" I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes, but can feel him struggling trying to control his desires. "Only, if you want it. If it's… ok with you."

"It is." I manage to whisper.

He released my hand, laid on the back, eyes closed. For several seconds I stay unmoved, just looking at my hand on his chest, mesmerized by the beauty of defined lines. His body is so sculptured, like made with utmost attention by some masculinity worshiping god. Than my fingers proceed further, touching flat disk. I slightly raised them and brushed over nipple. His body jerked, both arms shoot for me, but he put them away.

"Oh, fuck, more. Kiss it. Ahh…" He moaned. "Please, baby."

I still was scared and not sure, but his body reaction, words and shuddered breathing encourage me enough to proceed. I want to caress him. Screw my shyness! I want it so much.

I lowered my mouth, touching small button with my tongue, then gingerly fully covered it with my lips, pressed a little bit stronger and tried to suck. His skin was a little sweaty, adding salt in his natural metal scent. It honestly surprised me it felt so good, I inhaled deeply, letting myself to dive into the smell. I moved my palm to his other nipple, squeezed it slightly and gave the first mild nip. Gajeel moaned again, loader under me, and I suddenly registered strong desire to hear more of these sounds.

With mouth and one arm glued to his nipples I raised my other hand to his cheek, stroked it along with his partly opened lips and slowly started to run my fingers lower. Oh my, his neck, shoulders, chest, all these muscles under scarred hot skin felt so good, I need to feel him all, every part of this deliciously muscled body.

I never was near man's intimate zones before, and Gajeel was my first in every kind of such actions. My hands are trembling, but I can't stop, I need to touch and fondle his body.

I reached the boxers and stared at the bulge, which towered temptingly, asking me to direct my attention here. I touched it through the material and instantly felt it twitch. I stroked stronger. It responded again. I need to see it!

I grabbed and pulled off his boxers and hardly restricted myself from grabbing his manhood. It was hard, big, with few drops of precum glistering on the tip, God, it looked fantastic.

I read several books about sex, wanted to know at least theoretically what to do in bed when I and Gajeel started dating. But books didn't prepare me for this, I was overwhelmed with desire and need for this marvelous body, which lay beside me naked.

I firmly took his penis near the base, allowing my other hand to wander over his stomach, hip and buttock, then lowered my head and leaked precum. The taste was unusual, but his smell in this zone is delicious. I wanted more, so I circled the head with my tongue then traced alongside the vein and back, next opened my mouth as wide as I could and put his cock inside and moaned, unable to contain my pleasure.

Was I supposed to enjoy this so much? I know guys love blow-jobs, but I never thought doing it can give woman so much pleasure. I wanted to suck him off, enjoyed the feeling of his cock in my mouth and tried to accommodate more of him to give him more pleasure.

"Ahh, baby… Yeah… suck me…don't stop… fuck…" Gajeel whispered trough panted moans.

His right hand found my head, holding my locks, occasionally pressing harder, his hips are trusting in my mouth slightly. Oh, God, and I actually wanted him to do this, I wished he use more strength, to pounce on me, to own my mouth. I wanted… oh, God! Where did all these desires come from? Previously I never… I felt Gajeel's cock throbbing in my mouth. I need more! Harder! Oh, God!

I couldn't voice my desperate need but somehow he understood.

His hips started to move faster, not deep enough to hurt my throat, but enough to feel my mouth completely, to let me fully feel him. And I wanted to feel him, taste him, drink him. I wanted him to take me, to fuck both my pussy and my mouth.

"I am going to cum, Lev" he whispered, giving me time to withdraw, if I want. I absolutely didn't! I want to feel everything, to experience the taste, the sensation – all thing, which I already was sure would be incredible. So I more firmly gripped his buttock, digging my nails in it, and sucked hard, letting my saliva to escape and drop on his balls, feeling mind whirling sensation as his liquid started to invade my mouth.

Oh god, I didn't want it to end. Sucking softly and moaning while Gajeel's cock pulsated in my mouth, I found myself completely lost in this pleasure. Few droplets of his cum slid down my chin, creating burning tingling on the way, I swallowed the rest and licked him clean, continuing to fondle the zone with my tongue. My overflowed brain vaguely registered that Gajeel's strong arms were gently pulling me up, till my face where near his and he started to kiss me with incredibly tender slow kisses.

"Thanks, baby" he breathed into my skin, pressing my body to his while nuzzling and caressing. His still wet cock pressed against my burning core, a source of sinfully strong desires.

I lowered my mouth to his neck, unable to stop, and started lightly kiss him here. Lust burned inside me, but I didn't know how to say, how to ask. Despite what I just did I felt shy and hot moisture that threatened to make a puddle between my legs only intensified my self-frustration.

His hands were caressing my sides, pausing at the end of small top which I was wearing. He shifted slightly and now was hovering a little above me, kissing my neck under the jaw. I gripped his back, vaguely realizing that I was pulling him to me with all my strength, needed to feel him closer.

One of his palms slipped down my stomach and stopped on the panty line. 'Lower, please, lower' I begged in my mind, almost whining when I felt his fingers started to withdrawal.

"Baby, do you want me to touch you too?" His voice whispered softly in my ear.

"Y…yes, yes, please!" was my embarrassingly eager reply. I was desperate for his touch, unable to contain myself any longer.

His lips returned to my mouth and in the same time his fingers slipped into my panties, slowly playing with a turf of hair I had there, than in a swift motion settled between my neither lips. Gosh, I am so wet and his palm is so hot, it's feels divine. 'More, touch me more, please, honey!'

After few light strokes I shocked myself by grabbing his hand and pressing it to my pussy roughly. "H…harder, Gajeel!" My voice huskily uttered my lustful request.

I am sure my face is all red, but I don't care.