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   This work of fiction is of an adult nature and is not intended for
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   (C) Copyright 2001 by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik.  Feel free to distribute
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   Shy - Part 6 - Josh by M.  Sherlocke-Romianik msromianik@hotmail.com

   In the darkness we lay.  He was sleeping, peaceful.  I could make out
the curve of his neck and shoulders in the faint light.  My breasts pressed
softly against his back, my nipples soft and smooth.  His skin was silky
and warm and I couldn't resist running a hand down his side and over his
ass.  I rested my hand on his thigh and propped myself up with my other
arm. The dark sheet was drawn up to his chest.  His eyes were closed
loosely, and his eyelids flickered.  I watched him maybe for a minute,
maybe for ten.  He looked so innocent.  He shifted, and I moved my hand
away from his thigh.  He rolled over to face me, still lost in the realms
of sleep.  I rested my head back to the pillow and lay face to face with
him.  His breath fluttered through his parted lips, warming my mouth and
chin.  I leaned close to smell him.  His scent was heavenly.  Distinctly
him, and very pleasant.  I could smell the remains of his aftershave, and I
detected the faint scent of my own perfume.

   I softly moved back and sat up.  I rubbed an hour's worth of sleep out
of my eyes and tossed my hair back, pulling it away from my face.  I drew
the sheet off his body, and he shivered slightly at the change in
temperature.  He was naked beneath, as I had been.  His muscular chest
leading to his flat belly and sweet navel.  His left leg was bent slightly
and his right rested on it.  I could see his balls and cock dark against
his thigh, and I reached out to place my hand gingerly over them.  That
part of him seemed warmer than the rest of his body.  I slid softly down
the bed, careful not to knock against him and wake him up.  I drew my face
level between his thighs and extended my tongue to gently lick the head of
his cock.  He tasted of sweat, and the distinguishable taste of a man.  I
breathed hotly down he length of his cock and was rewarded with a slight
swelling.

   I glanced back up at his face, but he hadn't stirred.  I ran my finger
down his cock, feeling the change in texture from the head to the base.  I
traced down to his balls, stroking them lightly before circling my finger
around the whole of him, feeling the curls of his pubic hair.  I closed my
mouth around the whole of his cock and held him steady, keeping my tongue
away.  I felt his cock swell again, pressing gently at my lips.  I
carefully let it slide out, and it fell against his thigh, half hard.  It
shined slightly with my saliva, defining the head.  I placed a hand gently
on his hip and took him into my mouth again, rubbing him hard with my
tongue and sucking deeply.  I heard him gasp and felt his cock jerk in my
mouth as he came awake.  He thickened rapidly in my mouth, throbbing and
pulsing to a full erection in less than a minute.  He stroked my hair and
cheek, and I looked at him, his face was still drowsy from sleep but his
eyes were shining.

   I ran my tongue delicately over the head of his hard cock and cupped his
balls in my hand.  I ran him into my mouth until he hit the roof, and
swirled my tongue around his shaft.  He sighed heavily, then groaned when I
coughed him into my throat.  I breathed through my nose while my throat
enclosed him, and I made slight movements to squeeze and tease him.  He
groaned loudly, and I rubbed his balls again harder.  I pulled him out of
my throat and mouth and watched a tiny string of precome join the head of
his cock with my lips.  I pushed him fully onto his back and parted his
legs slightly.  I licked up from his balls along the shaft and up to the
head of his cock.  My hand crept behind his balls, and I pressed gently at
the sensitive spot behind them.  He groaned, and I rubbed my finger in
little circles to stimulate him.  I flicked my tongue over the head of his
cock again, lapping up the precome that was slowly dribbling out.  He
moaned louder, and I took him into my mouth again, manipulating him with my
tongue and my lips.  I released the pressure from the spot behind his balls
and wrapped my hand around the thick base of his cock, jacking him off
while I sucked him.  I squeezed firmly from the base up, making him gasp,
and sucked hard on the head.

   His cock jerked beneath me and his breathing started to speed up.  I
stroked up and down the shaft quickly and furiously tongued and sucked at
the tip.  He groaned again, his hands on my hair, applying the tiniest of
pressure to stop me from escaping.  He panted hard, and a strangled cry
escaped his throat.  His body tensed, and then he shot his load into my
mouth.  I swallowed the thick fluid, barely tasting it before he spurted
again.  A little of his generous load escaped and ran down the corner of my
mouth.  He moaned again, quivering beneath me as his balls emptied.  I
swirled my tongue around his cock a few times before sliding him wetly out
past my lips.  I pulled myself up and wiped across my mouth with the palm
of my hand, catching the come that I'd missed.  He reached out his arms to
me, a soft smile on his face, and I slid into them.  He pulled me against
him, my head on his chest and he kissed my hair lovingly.  I licked my
lips, tasting him on them and closed my eyes.  Now I would be able to
sleep.
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