Sixteen days 🩷 part 2

He let the silence linger.

Then his hand reached down and gently cupped my cheek.

The tenderness of it caught me off guard. After everything that had happened between us that evening, I had expected something different. Instead, his thumb slowly brushed along my cheek, almost absent-mindedly, before tracing lightly across my lips.

I looked up at him.

He was still completely composed.

That was the thing about him. Even when I was visibly nervous, even when my heart was racing and I had no idea what to do with myself, he never seemed hurried. He simply watched me, letting me decide whether I wanted to stay exactly where I was.

And I did.

I smiled slightly against his thumb.

"You're very calm," I whispered.

His expression changed just enough for me to know he'd noticed the challenge in my voice.

"I don't need to be nervous."

That made me laugh softly.

Of course he wasn't.

I was the one kneeling there, suddenly feeling every tiny movement and every second of silence.

His hand remained against my cheek, warm and reassuring, while I held his gaze.

His thumb slowly moved across my lower lip, gently smudging it as though he was deliberately taking his time. I didn't look away. I simply stayed there, letting him have that moment, while the smallest smile appeared on my face.

He commanded the room without saying a word. I was kneeling in front of him, his hand resting against my cheek, his thumb lingering against my lips.

I knew what was coming, but knowing didn't make me any less affected when his thumb slipped gently past my lips.

I froze.

My eyes closed almost instantly as every nerve in me seemed to sharpen at once. I had been waiting for that little moment, yet when it happened, the anticipation made it feel completely different.

I simply stayed there, letting myself savour it, while he remained as calm and composed as ever.

A soft "nmmhhhh" escaped me as I leaned closer, my hands resting lightly on his thighs. My eyes remained closed, almost as though opening them would break whatever had settled between us.

I didn't want to rush anything.

I simply stayed there, sucking his thumb. Playing my tongue on it in my mouth, my hands holding gently onto his thighs as though they anchored me there. Another quiet sound escaped me, softer this time, and I found myself leaning toward him again without even thinking about it.

When I finally opened my eyes, he was still watching me with that same steady, composed expression.

And somehow, that made my heart race even faster.

He slowly withdrew his thumb, and a thin rope of saliva stretched from my lip to his thumb.

For a second, I just stared at him. Then a shy little smile found its way onto my face. I glanced down, almost embarrassed by how much I'd enjoyed the moment, before looking back up at him.

He hadn't moved. He was still watching me with that same steady composure, and somehow that made my cheeks feel even warmer.

I looked at him for a moment, then smiled to myself. I knew I didn't want to keep playing with the moment anymore. I was ready to take the next step, whatever that might bring.

My hands rested against his thighs for a moment before slowly moving higher. I paused there, looking up at him, letting the silence say everything I wasn't ready to put into words. He didn't move. He simply watched me, calm and steady, leaving the next moment hanging between us.

After a nod of approval from him, I unbuttoned his pants and slid then down with a very big smile on my lips. Eager to show him my talents.

As I had revealed his shaft I couldn't make eye contact with him. It may have been the first time I was ashamed to do. Maybe because he wasn't the guy I hooked up with as quickly as possible.

I mean 16 days of waiting without even knowing it would lead to this.

I looked down, mostly at his cock. Weiny, very much pink, not fully hard yet but very much hung. He was giving me that daddy dom energy.

As I leaned closer to him I could inhale his masculinity. Having him getting hard in my soft hands was intoxicating.

I closed my eyes and gently put my face on his shaft getting familiar with the touch. Inhaling his scent and trying to be a good girl. But still unable to make eye contact.

I rubbed my cheek on the shaft and the tip of his cock. And then brought it close to my lips.

While looking away from him I opened my mouth and slid it around his shaft from the skin. Not taking him in yet but already lost consciousness in the heat of the moment.

Somehow, keeping my eyes down made it easier to stay in my little world, where I could pretend I wasn't suddenly this shy girl kneeling in front of the man I'd spent the last sixteen days getting to know.

My cheeks felt warm, and my mouth watery without even getting the tip in my mouth. My neck was already getting tired of going up and down but that felt easier than making eye contact and admitting we're more than neighbours now.

So I kept going...

Covered his shaft in my slick saliva till my mouth went dry. By this point his cock was fully hard and up straight that I could keep looking down and give him a good service.

So I did, no words. No eye contact. Nothing. Just a silent with a few noises of a set of lips going up and down on a big slick cock.

And that was enough for me.

Having half his length in my mouth was good in that position. After that every deep dive had moans leaving my lips.

Going deeper while on my knees made it difficult but I didn't want to stop now. Even if it made me gag on him. My eyes teared up while gobbling up his member. It was not about shame or shyness. It was my pride now.

I had to make his birthday special.

"Hey."

His voice was quiet, but it stopped me.

I lifted my head and turned toward him, wiping quickly at the corner of my eye before meeting his gaze. For a moment, neither of us spoke.

He reached for my face and held it gently.

"You don't have to prove anything to me," he said.

I looked down, suddenly shy again.

"I know."

"Do you?"

I gave him a tiny smile.

"I just wanted your birthday to be special."

His expression softened.

"It already is."

That caught me off guard.

I looked at him again, properly this time, and something about the way he was looking back made the whole room feel quieter.

Sixteen days.

Sixteen days ago, he had just been the man who lived nearby.

Now I was sitting in front of him, holding his cock, and realising that whatever happened next wasn't about proving anything at all.

He gently lifted my chin up and for a moment, he just looked at me.

"You know what makes today special for me?"

I shook my head.

"You."

I smiled, but he continued before I could say anything.

"Not what you're doing for me. Not anything you think you have to prove. You chose to spend today with me. That's what makes it special."

I stayed quiet.

Somehow, hearing him say it made all the pressure I'd put on myself disappear.

I had spent the whole day wanting to give him something he'd remember. But maybe I had been looking at it the wrong way.

He wasn't measuring the day by what I could give him. He was happy simply because I was there.

His thumb brushed gently across my cheek.

"You don't have to try so hard with me."

I gave him a small smile.

"But I wanted to."

"I know."

And the way he said it made me believe him.