Think I Want to Twist the Plot This Time

Part 4

"Oh. I love looking at yours, too." That probably means he's going to like if she keeps looking up at him through all this, and she really doesn't mind if it means it helps her gauge his reactions.

Barbie finally takes the plunge, feeling how hot and ready for her he is under her palm. She presses a tentative kiss to the base, looking up again. He gives the tiniest gasp, and that's enough for her to continue. Honestly, she's not even sure if he's small or average or anything—he certainly seems satisfying enough after having sex. She works her way up the shaft, littering kisses that are probably a little too timid as she gets used to the taste, the feeling. But she likes the way his eyes close before looking back down at her, the way his fingers tangle themselves in her already knotted hair. It's a little odd, like skin and sweat and musk and again, she probably shouldn't like it but she does. And she wants to keep tasting him, to hear him enjoy himself.

She gets to the tip and hums when she dares to dart her tongue out against the slit. Hm, now that's a taste Barbie's not sure she'll get used to, but she hears a low groan from Oppenheimer, and she can certainly stomach it if this is how he's already reacting.

So she smiles, then starts to take him in. Barbie closes her eyes a moment, getting used to the weight of him on her tongue, but then looks back up, continuing. She breathes through her nose, watches him blink and gasp through slightly parted lips. She feels his hand tightening in her hair, but it's not forceful—if anything, it's encouraging, assuring her that whatever she's doing, she's doing it just fine.

Barbie slowly takes him in until she has him entirely in her mouth, feeling the tip at the back of her throat. She feels him twitch under her tongue, and really, it's so different. Not unpleasant, not terrible, just... something she needs to get used to before she forms a real opinion on it. Again, everything about it is so much more intense than just having him inside her in the traditional sense, as she's using so much more sensory information to please him. She settles at the base, then moves her gaze back up to him.

Oppenheimer's expression reads somewhere between horrified and mind-blown, his blue eyes wide and dilated as he leans up on one elbow to observe her. Barbie quickly pulls off, and he shudders a gasp.

"I didn't do something wrong, did I?" she asks, pulling her bottom lip down with the tip of her finger. Not that she's much of a nail biter, but if a situation gets stressful enough she's been known to ruin a good manicure.

He shakes his head, almost vigorously. "No, no, not at all," he assures, and did his voice crack just the slightest at the end there? She watches him swallow. "I just wonder if you find that... comfortable."

What exactly does he mean by that? Barbie tilts her head to the side, confused. "It'll take some getting used to, but it doesn't feel too uncomfortable." Hopefully that answer makes sense. Is what she doing not normal? The time or two she's seen this done out of curiosity, she hasn't noticed anything really disconcerting. "Are you okay with me continuing?"

"Completely." He sighs, settling back into the pillows. His hand loosens in her hair, just a tad.

Okay then. Maybe this is something she should bring up to Dr. Cohen during her next appointment, but that falls completely out of her mind the moment she's back on him, taking him back in with more ease than before now that she kind of knows what to expect. She listens to Oppenheimer moan, this time anticipating what she's doing. And then she moves, slowly, just to find her own rhythm on how she wants to please him.

Barbie does end up liking this. She likes having this power to make him lose that control he's been holding onto this whole time, likes hearing him fill the room with his voice. And she uses this time to learn the little things about him, like how he tries his best to keep his eyes on her and how he's really only using his hand in her hair as a guide and sign of encouragement because he never pushes any further. He's even trying not to thrust, but the few times he does Barbie takes it in stride, closing her eyes briefly when he hits the back of her throat. She feels him twitch when she adds more of her tongue to the mix, hears him moan a little louder when she hums against him. The fact that she's in control now, that she can please him in the same ways he's done for her, has her wishing she could smile more through this.