surprised when he had showed her a small bedroom for her personal use.
“You don’t want me to sleep with you?” she had frowned.
Rob had reassured her the room was for her to escape to when she needed space. She had not understood why he had given her some place to hide from him until she was about him every day. Rob devoured books like a voracious lion with its slaughtered prey. Even when he had ceased working in the study, his leisure time had remained fixed around reading. The television held no appeal, nor other inactive hobbies or interests. After dinner, he had simply moved location to the sitting room and picked up a book. Realising he had no need of her company, Casey had gone up to the little upstairs room and switched on the TV she had brought from her old apartment. The solitary nature of her evening leisure time had been something of a shock.
She had been grateful for the master bedroom, where they both slept, because it contained secret delights. Items he kept sequestered away from prying eyes and brought out to be revealed to her widening eyes. She had been curious and slightly unnerved by some things and completely bowled over by others. After her moving in, ad hoc activities had become regular features of their night-time dalliances between the sheets.
Tutoring Casey had become a thrill for both of them. His bedroom techniques had been similar to his daytime style, with one important exception: he had never spanked her for failing when she had tried hard to please him. She had been anxious she would be held accountable for poor skills, but he had shaken his head and confirmed that erotic spankings were for fun and pleasure.
Always Rob had pushed her to achieve more and take herself to new heights of sexual feats, even though their early sexual adventures together had not begun auspiciously. In particular, her first attempt at providing oral gratification had been somewhat disastrous…
It was her unregulated eagerness, rather than nervous reluctance, which let her down. All decorum left her as she smothered his upright cock with her mouth. Feeling the bulbous tip push against the back of her throat, she gagged noisily and nearly retched over him.
Casey was embarrassed at her lack of ability, and Rob suggested for her second attempt that depth should not be her goal but that she should explore him with her senses. Kneeling next to the extraordinarily patient Rob, Casey slowly lowered her head, stuck out her tongue, and smelt the pleasant aroma of soap, something that reassured her. Next, she savoured his aroused tip. Smooth and coated in her saliva, it glistened in the lamp light. She curled her tongue around the slit and swirled about him. Unlike a lollipop, he was warm and salty, but it still felt like she was licking a treat. Sinking a little lower, she sucked his cock between her cheeks and held him tightly between her jaws, allowing him to fill with pulsating blood.
While her head bobbed up and down, coating him with her slaver, her hands explored him. Stretching out with one hand, she found his soft sacs and the beautifully trimmed hairs layering them. A downy covering, which was a stark contrast to the velvety bareness of his cock. She gave his balls a gentle squeeze, and he responded with a verbal exclamation. He asked her to describe her findings, and she told him they were like lovely balls of hairy marshmallows, which caused him to laugh gently.
Sharing his shower provided her with a further opportunity to adore his naked body, which glistened under the spotlights of the bathroom. With a gentle nudge, he pushed her down, and she opened her mouth to accommodate him. In her oral infancy, he allowed her the chance to lead. It was after her first successful swallowing of a mouthful of gushing white cum that he began to be instruct her in depth and pace. When she struggled, he covered her lips in bright red lipstick and told her to try again. When she finished, he noted where the marks