Robin was fascinated. He was so soft and smooth, while still standing out rigid and hard. She could feel his tension as her soapy hand wrapped around the shaft, pumping along it. He was silent until her thumb traced around the raised ridge that encircled the base of his darker head. Then he moaned, his head and shoulders leaning harder into the tile wall as his hips came toward her.
She lifted him high against his belly and held him there with one hand while the other soaped under. She had never felt anything like his balls, had always had difficulty imagining how they would feel. Knowing how boys reacted to being hit there, she was gentle, lifting the oddly heavy sack with her palm as the rinsing water flowed down over it from his upper body.
After she made sure to rinse his shaft, and that no suds could be seen on legs or feet, she followed Jay’s earlier lead. Resting hands near the top of his strong thighs, Robin leaned close, opening her mouth. She allowed her tongue to slide out, then up along the underside of his swollen head.
At his sharp, almost pained exhale, she looked up to see his wide-eyed stare. He hadn’t expected that. She saw a thick drop form at the very top, clearer than her earlier taste. It magnified the sight of his small slit, forced open by the leaking fluid. She wrapped her lips delicately around the spot and sucked.
Jay rewarded her with a groan. She opened her mouth wider, allowed the head to slip past her lips. It seemed to fill her mouth. Did girls really get the whole thing in?
With one hand she held it again close to his belly, dragging her tongue up along the whole underside. His breaths were quickening and his palms were now pressed flat against the tile to either side of his legs. She released her hand, catching the head with her lips as it dropped away from him.
Her head pushed her mouth down on him, taking more in, forcing her to breath through her nose. She saw his flattened hands tense, almost shaking. She repeated the process. Hold it high. Long slow lick. Catch with the lips and try to take a little more in each time. Suck lightly at the slit for another small taste.
When her jaw began to tire, not used to being held open so wide, she wrapped a hand back around him. It felt slick with her own saliva. She pumped, gripping tighter with her thumb and forefinger, and was rewarded with a larger, cloudier drop.
She caught it with the tip of her tongue, looking up as Jay watched her curl his seed back into her mouth and swallow. She licked her lips, their eyes locked. When her pumping fingers produced more, she pressed her lips around the spot, kept them on him as her hand maintained its rhythm.
She felt him tense, saw his lean stomach muscles bunch as his breath was forced loudly through his nose, jaw clenched. When his shaft seemed to tighten, swell in her hand she allowed the head to slip again past her lips, her tongue cradling the underside.
“Mmmm.” As best she could, Robin tried to match the deep vibration Jay had ascribed to Phoebe, Ruby, the Hummingbird. A tortured groan escaped him and his body pumped, hard, through her stroking fingers and into her mouth.