Devon Hartford - Painless

Every atom in my body disintegrated into protons and neutrons and shot across the universe at the speed of light, engulfing all of existence.

Release.

Peace.

I was at peace.

For the first time in my life, I was at peace.

Agápi mou …it was always you.

SAMANTHA

Christos’ cock grew thick as it strained in my mouth. He’d been slumped over for awhile, but I was determined to finish him. I was starving for his cock, thirsting for his sweet release. I wanted to take him into me through my mouth, swallow his energy into my belly.

He was moaning continuously, almost absently, his eyelids fluttering, nearly catatonic with pleasure. It was kind of weird, but at the same time it was the biggest turn on. He was truly putty in my hands, his body a puddle of muscle and moans.

Then his cock suddenly strained harder and harder, veins bulging, jutting and swelling beyond all proportion. This was it.

He suddenly lurched forward, his knees pressing against my sides as his whole body contracted.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!” he shouted.

Hot cum fired into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I was surprised by two things simultaneously. It was very salty, and there was a lot of it. Way more than I expected.

I stopped moving my head but continued to pump his shaft. I was determined to milk every last drop out of him with my tongue. He kept coming and coming and I tried to hold it all in my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow.

I expected to gag, but I didn’t. I was so turned on by all of this, I just went with the flow. No pun intended. He flowed right into me. I continued to slowly stroke his cock with my tongue.

With my lips still wrapped around him, I glanced at Christos. His eyes were closed, his face sagging unconsciously. He was totally gone. Was he asleep? After awhile, I stopped, pulled back, and smiled at him.

I don’t think I’d felt nearly this slutty in my entire life, not even when I kissed my own wetness off of his mouth on several occasions. What really surprised me was that I liked feeling like this.

I gave head!

There, I said it! My first blow job! Yay, me! I couldn’t get over how much I had enjoyed it. I’m pretty sure it had worked for Christos too, judging by the look on his face.

One of his eyelids opened into a slit. His pupil flickered in my general direction.

“Anybody home?” I joked.

A slow smile spread across his mouth. He lifted an eyebrow. “Am I dead?”

“No, silly.” I placed my hands on his legs and leaned toward him for a kiss. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he welcomed it. I half expected him to wince for some reason, like maybe he wouldn’t want to taste his own cum. But he sucked away at me ravenously.

“Mmmmm,” he moaned.

“Was it good?” I asked.

“Mmmmm-hmmm. I don’t think I can move.”

“Ready for that bath?”

“You might want to run some hot water. I feel like we’re into next week and the tub’s probably cold,” he joked. “What year is it? I don’t even know.”

I checked the tub and it was cool, so I ran hot water and added more suds. When it was ready, I climbed in. “You joining me?”

Christos’ only response was to melt into the jacuzzi tub like a limp eel from where he sat on the edge, his legs following as an afterthought.

“Oh my gosh! Christos!” He was totally submerged. I didn’t want him drowning. I cleared some suds away and I saw him smiling up at me from under water.

Eventually, his head raised above the surface, his hair glued to his forehead. “I really don’t know what planet I’m on right now,” he said as he slid around the tub until we were shoulder to shoulder and he leaned his body against mine. “That was really amazing, agápi mou . I’ve never felt anything like it.”

“Really?” Despite Christos’ sated behavior, I was still somewhat insecure about my performance, having never done it before. There was no shame in fishing for a few compliments, was there? Besides, it was almost as fun to talk about sex as it was to do it, especially when you were basking in the after glow of having just done it.

“Really,” Christos smiled smugly. “I think you melted my dick off,” he murmured sleepily. “I can’t even feel it right now. I think my balls are completely empty. Like I shot my testicles out of my dick. Did you feel them going down your throat at any point? Can you check if they’re still there, or has my scrotum deflated completely?”

I reached under the water, between his legs and cupped his balls. “Still there,” I grinned. I gave them a gentle squeeze. “They seem like they’re still kind of full. Maybe you need to drain them some more?”

“In awhile.”

“What?” I gasped. “I thought you were the minute man when it came to recovery time.”

“Not after what you just did. I might need an hour.”

“No way!”

“Yes, way. Come to think of it, I think my blood sugar took a hit from all that action. I may need some chocolate after that.”

“Are you crazy?” I barked. “After what I swallowed, I think I need to go on a diet!”

He snickered. “I’m sure you swallowed no more than two thousand calories.”

“That many?” I gasped seriously.

“That’s what they say. But that has to be a myth. A load is no more than a few teaspoons. I mean, a twenty ounce porterhouse is a thousand calories. How the hell would you squeeze two thousand into two or three teaspoons? Doesn’t make any sense. In other words, you don’t need to go on a diet.”

“Are you sure?”

“Man, you’re such a girl. I guess you won’t have room for the chocolate I bought you, what with swallowing my load and all,” he said dismissively.

“That’s where you’re wrong! Women always have room for chocolate!” I hopped out of the tub and grabbed the heart shaped box off the counter, then slid back into the water. I looked at the box. “What’s See’s Candies? I’ve never heard of it.”

“That’s right,” Christos said, his mouth just above the surface of the water, a sleepy expression still hooding his eyes, “they don’t have See’s on the east coast. See’s is Mary See, the little old lady who invented them. Prepare for the best chocolate truffles you’ve ever had.”

“I’ve had Godiva. Some old lady named Mary can’t possibly be as good as exotically sexy Godiva,” I scoffed.

“Try one,” he said, uninterested in my argument.

I opened the box and looked at all the different milk, dark, and white chocolate morsels. “Which one should I pick?”

“It doesn’t matter, they’re all awesome,” he said.

I grabbed one and took a bite. Rich chocolate and butter cream filling melted my taste buds in a chocolatey rush of yummy scrumptiousness. “Oh my god. That is unreal.” I swallowed. “I think I just had my first foodgasm.”

“Told you,” Christos chuckled. “Happy Valentine’s Day, agápi mou .” He leaned over and kissed me passionately.

We took turns kissing and eating See’s chocolates. I couldn’t decide which was yummier.

It didn’t matter because I was sharing both with my man.

I was in heaven.

SAMANTHA

The next morning I was in hell.

I’d had nightmares all night about Christos being in jail. I slept like crap and woke up exhausted.

At least Christos was next to me in bed. For now.

His trial was tomorrow.

I stared at the ceiling, my head spinning like a hurricane.

His trial felt like an eternity from now and I just wanted it to be over. It also felt like it was a second from now, and my time left with Christos was so fleeting that I needed to hold onto him for dear life.