Without a word, Chloe begins moving toward him, a slow sashay that reminds him of a lioness stalking her prey, but her expression remains neutral, and while he desperately wants to watch her body, he can't tear his eyes from hers.
Before he knows it, she's standing directly in front of him, their naked bodies mere inches from touching, and she's looking up at him, her eyes entreating, her voice soft as she asks, "Do you trust me, Clark?"
He's taken aback by the question, because of course he trusts her, but he answers in a similarly soft voice, "Completely."
Despite knowing his response before he gave it, she smiles a small but genuine smile and begins sinking to her knees before him.
Realizing what she's about to do, he grabs her arms and halts her descent.
She gives him a questioning look, to which he responds, "Chlo, you don't have to..."
She interrupts him before he can finish, "I want to."
His eyes search hers, looking for any sign of doubt or untruthfulness, but he finds none, so he releases her arms, which causes her to smile, and she slowly sinks the rest of the way to her knees maintaining eye contact the entire time.
Watching her kneel before him, completely naked, her eyes filled with caring, wonder, love and a hint of lust, has him harder than he's ever been in his life, his cock aching almost painfully, but he resists the urge to move, to do anything, and lets her take the lead.
After what feels like an eternity, she breaks eye contact and focuses her attention on his throbbing cock. Not knowing what she's going to do but filled with anticipation, he watches as she slowly leans forward until his cock is nestled in the valley between her breasts, and then she gently presses her breasts together, enveloping his sensitive and steely length in a warm cocoon of silky smooth, velvety soft flesh that causes his whole body to shiver, his pulse to race and his knees to tremble.
She pauses and looks up at him, her eyes conveying her desire, silently telling him to move, and he does.
Taking a shaky breath, he slowly pulls back, just a fraction of an inch, and then pushes forward the same fraction of an inch, the feel of her breasts rubbing against his cock sending shocks of electrical pleasure surging throughout his body. He repeats the movement, pulling back just a little further this time before thrusting gently forward. With each thrust, his cock slides a little more until it begins to lightly bump her chin.
He sets a slow, languid rhythm, thrusting as gently as possible so as not to hurt her. Before long, he's leaking pre-come that coats her skin, allows him to slide with more ease and increases the pleasure he feels.
He's lost in sensation and also in her eyes as she watches him, holding his gaze as he fucks her tits.
After several minutes, she tilts her head down, pressing her chin to her chest, but manages to maintain eye contact, looking up at him through her lashes.
On one of his thrusts, the tip of his cock lightly bumps against her lips, and he can feel the heat of her breath which causes his own breath to hitch.
On the next thrust, the tip of his cock presses more firmly against her lips, causing them to part.
On the next thrust, the tip of his cock enters her mouth, the wet warmth nearly causing him to lose it right then and blow his load, but he holds on, not wanting this to be over just yet.
And so it continues, his steely length moving between her breasts and only the tip entering her mouth with each thrust. The minutes feel like hours, and he wishes it were actually days, but all too soon, he feels the telltale tingle that signals he's nearing the end.
He wants to warn her, let her prepare for what's to come, but he can't find his voice, so he tells her with his eyes.
She gets the message.
Thrusting one last time, he stills, the head of his cock between her lips, and comes.
Pleasure washes over and through him, his body shudders, his knees nearly buckle, his cock spasms and spurt after spurt of sticky, viscous fluid shoots from his body into her mouth.
On and on it goes, his orgasm raging like a tsunami wave crossing an endless ocean. His mind, what little function remains, wonders how she can handle the amount of come he's emptying into her mouth, but he soon realizes that she's swallowing it, and that only intensifies his pleasure, nearly causing him to black out.
Finally, after what feels like a blissful eternity, his orgasm subsides, the waves of pleasure receding, and the orgasmic fog that clouded his brain lifts.
His breathing, though still labored, begins to slow along with his pulse.
Now able to focus, he notices that his cock, having shot its load, has yet to soften, and that the head is still in her mouth, and she's gently sucking on it, her tongue flicking at the slit, causing tiny tremors, aftershocks of pleasure to shoot through him.
Reluctantly, and with great effort, he slowly backs his cock out of her mouth but keeps it nestled firmly between her breasts.
Her lips are swollen, her cheeks flushed, her eyes alight with fire yet tempered by an innocence that has the spark of desire within him threatening to reignite.
She's beautiful, the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
His eyes catch sight of something on her chin, a thin line of come that dribbled from her lips. Using his finger, he gently collects the come and presses it against her lips. She parts them, her tongue delicately licking at the sweet nectar before she envelops his finger and sucks it clean.
The embers of desire rekindle, and the inferno of lust he felt mere moments before is back tenfold.