quest: chill the fuck out

We started writing each other more often, updating each other on our lives when I realized that the prison he was being held at wasn't even that far and he was due to be released within the next year. So I picked up one day and made the drive to visit him. He was tall and seemed like a big teddy bear, a little nervous to see me. But by my third visit, we were getting along and talking and laughing.

Despite warnings from family, I told him that he would have a place at my small apartment where he could pick himself back up and I would help him however I could. He held my hand in the visiting room and thanked me with the most earnest gaze I had ever seen.

After a year of letters and monthly visits, he is finally released. I go to pick him up and drive him to my apartment, showing him the modest space as well as the couch that I had pulled out for him, a bag of sundries and a new outfit for him to wear. I could tell he was looking at me more and he seemed quieter, but I figured he was just overwhelmed.

He says he wants to cook dinner for me to thank me and suggests we watch a movie together. I agree and dress down for the night, wearing my shorts, tank, and a loose, open robe. He still had his prison sweats on and one of the tank shirts from the bag I had gotten him. He makes spaghetti and he sprinkles a little parmesan on my plate and then his. The parmesan seems a little finer on mine and I ask for more. He happily packs it on until I have to laugh and pull the plate away from him, taking a seat on the couch as we sit and eat while watching some three star movie n Netflix about a secret agent or something.

I know they say that pasta has a way of making you feel sleepy but was that what I was feeling? I mostly felt hot, and a little slower in movement. He tells me I should take my robe off and I do with his help, his big hands on my shoulders as he moved it to the side. He was still leaned into me, whispering something in my ear. I don't know what he's saying and ask him to repeat himself, but I still can't hear him properly, rubbing a hand on my clavicle as I try to cool off. He leans over a bit until his hands on are on either side of me, holding my upper arms to keep me upright.

I can feel his chin on my shoulder, his eyes pointed down at the break between my breasts. He asks me something about how big they are? Or, no, wait. Maybe he was asking me about something else? His hands rub up and down on my arms down, which only makes me feel hotter. I think I need to lie down, and he agrees, accidentally brushing the straps of my tank top off my shoulders as he lays my head in his lap, stroking my hair.

I try to get up but he keeps my head against his lap and tells me to relax, still stroking my hair. It's too hard to fight it, so I stay put, trying to keep my eyes from closing, but eventually let them close too. I can feel him shifting under my head. Probably trying to get comfortable. Something warm presses against my face and I try to blink before something is in my mouth, pulsing and warm. Was he...?

He starts to thrust up, his cock sliding down my throat. He starts slow, like he's trying to gauge how much I can take before he starts to move fast. I turn from my side, trying to brace against his thigh. But I only make it easier to thrust into my mouth and he carefully holds my head down from the back, thrusting up into my throat. I can hear him groan, the wet sound of his cock filling my throat suddenly the only sound in the room I can hear. He pushes my head down more, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. I can feel him twitching against my tongue. I can tell that he's close.