Time Stands Still

“Take your shirt off,” he ordered quietly.

He switched his music playlist to something more relaxing rather than upbeat. I think it was a mix of Blue Foundation and Bon Iver. Pretty good music to get high to, if you ask me. I took my shirt off and tried to relax on my stomach. His sheets were fluffy, comfortable, like marshmallows. It was so hard to stay awake.

In seconds, he was sitting on me, spreading his moisturized hands over my back. He rubbed every muscle, every knot in my shoulders, and massaged his long fingers up and down my neck, my spine, circling, kneading into my rib cage, my lower back, and back up and down again. I tried not to moan but it just naturally seeped through my mouth. He was so good at this.

He slid lower, working his fingers where it hurt most, the curve between my lower back and my ass. I would do anything to get that fixed, cracked, somehow feeling better. The pressure hurt, but at the same time, felt amazing. It was like sex.

He then came off me and poured lotion on the back of my legs, surprising me because it was cold. He worked his magic up and down my legs, making me flex every time he passed the back of my knees. His hands explored higher up my thighs and managed to pull my shorts from beneath me. I let him, lifting my pelvis to allow it to be easier for him. Still, lying on my front, now in just panties and a bra, he had more access to my body than most people.

I began to get really turned on by his touch, as my clothes were suddenly disappearing, I was in his bed, with him hovering over me. His touch allowed my tense body to relax, and caused me to feel warm, deep down below. Then his hands were at my ass, his thumbs moving in deep circular motions.

"Oh, God! Fuck me," I thought to myself. His fingers managed their ways to the apex of my thighs; my reflexes pushing them open for granted access. Then he stopped and massaged his way up to the strap of my bra, unhooking it. He pushed the straps out of his way and I pulled my arms out of each. He continued his magical fingers kneading into my body, making me moan, my eyes shut in sweet pleasure. And then I was naked.

I didn’t even realize how it happened. My panties were gone, I was wet, and his tongue invaded my forbidden fruit. My conscious was drowning with overthrown pleasure, my sex goddess hailing this man at his feet. His tongue worked its way around my clit and inside me. I clenched his sheets, still unable to open my eyes. I didn’t know if it was embarrassment or what. I've never experienced head this good before. I found my pelvis lifting off the sheets, my ass meeting his face.

His hands still massaged my thighs as he ate me out, making me shake uncontrollably inside and out. Then he was beneath me. I was straddling his face. I’ve never sat on anyone’s face in my life. It felt weird, yet so fucking delicious. It was a trip to Heaven, First Class. I could feel the moisture on his face from the juices that released from me. My face was pressed into the pillow, trying to shut out the moaning that cried out.

Jesus, this was amazing! I couldn’t believe it. He moaned as my pelvis twisted and turned with every lick, matching his rhythm. My fingers found my hair and I clenched a fistful into my hand, tugging at it, moving my hips against Jacob’s face. This feeling was beyond explicit, hot, and tasteful. I bit on my fingers to try and muffle my heavy breathing as I felt my body do a numerous amount of convulsions, my breathing becoming more harsh, my legs stiffening around his face, and in seconds I found myself releasing inside his mouth, moaning as loud as ever, hearing his satisfied moan beneath me as he swallowed me dry.

I rolled myself off his face and slumped deeper into the bed, gasping for air, allowing myself to process all of this. Fuck, that shit was amazing! It was silent, for I couldn’t manage a word out my mouth, even if I wanted to. Then his voice brought me back to reality.

“You taste amazing,” he said, rather pleased.

I looked at him, smiling, and then hid my face in the sheets again.

“Are you hiding?” he asked, amused.

I said nothing.

“Hey. Are you upset?” he asked with concern in his voice.

I looked up at him. His light brown eyes were touching, his face glistening, from sweat or me, maybe both. I’m not sure. His hair was a great mess, and I smiled, “No, of course not.” I paused, sitting up, draping the covers over me before I could go on. Oddly, I was a little embarrassed to be naked in front of him after he’d given me the best oral sex I’d had in a while when just a bit ago I was naked and comfortable in the shower.

“I’m not upset. I’ve just, well, never experienced anything like that. The sleeping with the photographer thing is very unprofessional, yet, you’re just different. I immediately felt so at ease around you, and well that, was uncommon yet amazing.”

I gave him a reassuring smile. I hope he didn’t doubt his oral skills, shit, that tongue is dangerous.

After a moment he smiled and said, “I know. I’ve never done anything like that in my life. You know I grew up with very traditional parents, in Texas, and I always thought you had to be in a relationship to have sex with someone else. I don’t know what it is, but you make me feel like it’s okay to have fun without ties.”

I was quiet. He was sharing something personal. I appreciated him opening up as I found in my experience men don't typically do that unless they were really into you or trusted you.

“By the way," he went on. "You taste amazing, just like I knew you would.” I giggled. There I go again.

“Did you wax?” he asked, throwing me off guard.

“What?” I laughed.

“You’re just so… smooth.”

“I shaved. I have never waxed anything but my eyebrows.”

“Wow, you groom well,” he complimented with a smile.

“Thanks.” His iPhone rang, alarming the both of us and he got up and walked to the couch, picking it up. His muscular body was so lean; I would love to see him naked.

“Right, yeah, thanks. I’ll be right down.” He hung up, sliding on his flip flops. “Pizza’s here.”

“Ah.” My stomach let out a small growl.

“I’ll be right back.” He walked over and kissed me on the lips, sweet, passionate, with a touch of salt from myself deep down below.

He walked out the door, and I used the time to grab my clothes and head to the bathroom to wipe myself clean. I threw on the clothes I came in and began packing my stuff to head out later. He arrived with two boxes of Dominos and a bottle of Sprite.

We ate and viewed the pictures, pointing out the ones we liked, and I, of course pointing out the ones I didn’t like. It was like we were never intimate — just a model and a photographer going over a very fun shoot while stuffing our faces with pizza like complete fat asses.

After some time, I picked my bag up ready to go.

“Thanks for not flaking,” he said, walking me to the door.

“Thanks for pizza,” I smirked. “I had a really nice time.”

“Yeah, we should shoot again sometime.”

“I’d like that.”

He hugged me, a whole foot taller than me, and I cherished his warm embrace, letting go sooner than I wanted to.

“I look forward to the final selection of photos,” I said walking down the steps of the townhouse.

We waved and smiled, and I was back on that #1 Subway, music playing in my ears and a smile on my face that couldn’t fade because all I thought about on my way home was how gentle he was, how great he moved, how much fun this shoot was compared to all my previous ones. Jacob and I would be great friends. This I was so sure of.

#FreakyFridays