Aubrey
Chapter six
Can I touch it?
His hands slide out from my hair and down to the waist band of his tight black boxers.
I can see the wet spot he made through them, and I think that’s a good sign.
He slowly pushes them past his hips and down his thighs, stepping out of them once they hit the floor.
His penis springs free, almost smacking me in the face as I lean back just in time, then stays straight up against his belly up to his bellybutton.
“Wow… That’s… that’s a big penis…” Shane chuckles and my eyes snap back up to his. “Oh God, I said that out loud, didn’t I?” I quickly cover my face with my hands, feeling my cheeks heat to an alarming degree. “That is so embarrassing.”
“Hey.” He delicately takes my wrists and pulls them away from my face, then crouches down and kisses me.
“There’s nothing embarrassing about speaking your mind.
I want to hear every little thing that passes through this pretty head of yours, certainly if it involves what’s between my legs.
I must admit, that was the best ego boost I’ve had in a long time. ”
I can’t help but giggle. This man makes me feel so at ease with how he always reassures me. Whenever I feel like I might be doing something wrong, he always makes sure I know that I’m not. He’s helping my confidence profoundly, and I don’t even think he realizes that.
The only reason I know that his member is larger than most is thanks to Ronnie and, sadly, because of my brother.
Walking in on your brother being intimate with someone is never something you want to witness, and sadly, that image stays stuck in your head forever, and now that he’s with Emma, I hear things I wish I hadn’t.
But from what I’ve been told, my brother is not what women consider average… and Shane is bigger than that.
Aside from my brother, Ronnie took the time to teach me a few things. Earlier this week, I had a few questions about sex and went to her for answers. But instead of giving me a simple answer, she sat me down and went into very explicit and traumatizing details about how everything works.
She even went as far as showing me pictures of Gabe and Noah’s privates.
More things I wish I had never seen. But she claimed having something to compare it to would help me know if it’s big or small or simply average.
She even forced me to watch porn with her, so that I could get an idea of how positions work and what to expect.
I had never watched porn in my life, and let me tell you, I had never been so embarrassed either. My face was literally on fire; I had to hold icepacks to my cheeks from how much they were burning. I thought the blush would be permanently imprinted into my skin by the time we were done.
Shane pecks my lips once more then stands back up, putting his penis at eye level.
My gaze roams over the hair he has near his navel that travels lower to the base of his erection.
There’s not an enormous amount, just a small, trimmed cushion, and it makes me feel better about the little patch I have.
I know all the girls in my group of friends prefer it completely bare, but I wasn’t ready for that. It didn’t feel like me.
There’s a bit of whitish liquid coming out from the tip, and I have this urge to touch it. I lick my lips before looking up at Shane. “Can I touch it?”
“Oh, thank you, Jesus,” he mutters, looking at the ceiling as he sighs, before coming back down to me with the most boyish grin I’ve ever seen him wear. “Yes, Angel, you can definitely touch it.”
I giggle at how excited he looks and bite down on my lip as I reach forward. One of the videos Ronnie and I watched was of a girl pleasuring the man with her hands and mouth, so I think I know what to do here. But I kind of want to explore it a little before getting to work.
I skim the tip of my finger over his length delicately, and it jerks at the contact.
It’s soft to the touch, velvety smooth and warm, with veins that run from the top to the bottom.
I wrap my hand around it, like I saw the girl do, and notice my fingers don’t touch, which means he’s not just long, he’s wide too.
Ronnie said that would hurt more.
I shake that thought away, focusing on this moment. I know giving up my virginity won’t be all sweet and tender. I know it will most likely hurt at first, I just hope the pain won’t last the whole time.
Working up my courage, I lean in and flick the head with the tip of my tongue, picking up the white liquid coming out. I was afraid of how it would taste, but it’s really not bad, just warm and a bit salty.
Shane shudders, a sort of growling sound coming from his throat as I look up into his eyes, doing it again. His hand comes into my hair, pushing it away from my face. He doesn’t say a word, only watches me, and it makes me feel alive despite my flushed state.
I wrap my lips around the head, using my tongue to swipe around it, then bring more of him into my mouth. It doesn’t glide as well as the girl in the video, but once his penis is coated with my saliva, it works better. I suck up and down, hollowing my cheeks as my head bobs.
I think I’m doing okay, that is until Shane makes a choking sound and pulls on my hair. I let go of him completely and look up. “Are you okay? Was I doing it wrong?”
He cups my cheeks, crushing his lips to mine, making me even more confused. “God, no! You were amazing, Angel. But I… I haven’t had sex in four years and if I had let you continue a second longer, our night would have ended in a very different way than I’d like.”
I pull back, looking at the sincerity in his eyes and the light blush on his cheeks from admitting what he just did. “Why did you wait so long? I thought once people had… sex, it was something they continued to do regularly?”
He smiles at my innocence, his dimples popping out, and I reach up to touch one, unable to control myself.
“Some do, yes. But sex has never been something that dominated my life. I like it, yes, but I can go without it also. It had already been a few months before I met you, but then I just didn’t feel like it anymore.
” His thumb grazes my cheek. “I didn’t feel like hooking up with a random woman who meant nothing to me when I could look at you and feel whole.
Even if you didn’t see me that same way. ”
“I’ve always seen you, Shane. I’ve known there was something between us from the first moment you took my hand. Even if I denied it to everyone repeatedly, it was always there,” I whisper the words to him.
The next thing I know, his arms are wrapping around my waist, and mine go to his neck.
He lifts me off the bed as my legs hook around his hips and we kiss like we’re starving for each other, like we haven’t been kissing all night already.
He carries me to the side of the bed, laying me down, and climbs over me, our naked bodies fitting together perfectly.
My back arches when he slides through my folds as he moves his hips and a moan falls from my lips. “Shane, I need you.”
He pulls himself up and off the bed, walking to his suitcase in the corner of the room and rummaging through it for a few seconds before coming back with a condom.
He climbs back on and kneels between my spread thighs.
My hands start to shake as the realization that we’re really doing this hits me.
A small knot forms in my stomach, and my heart begins to palpitate faster.
Shane rips the condom open, pulling it out from its foil packaging but stops when he sees me. “Angel… We can stop here, it’s okay.” He throws the wrapper to the side and runs his hand up and down my thigh.
“No, I want to. I’m just… I’m nervous,” I admit, biting my lip and blushing.
“I’ll be gentle, I promise. We’ll go slow.” He waits for me to nod before rolling the condom down over his length.
Once it’s taken care of, he hovers above me, laying his body over mine as he kisses me everywhere.
My lips, my cheeks, my jaw, my neck, anywhere he can reach.
His hand slips down between my thighs where he strokes me a few times and pushes a finger in slowly, then two.
I gasp and moan, my hips moving along with his fingers.
He takes one of my hands in his free one, intertwining our fingers and bringing them up above my head. His fingers slip from inside me, and the next thing I feel rubbing up against my entrance is much larger. “Tell me when you’re ready,” he says quietly as his lips brush mine.
I take a deep breath in, letting it out slowly as my entire body trembles. “I’m ready.”
I feel him pushing against me a few times before finally he passes through my entrance, and I cry out.
Discomfort shoots through my body along with a burning sensation.
My hand at his shoulder claws at his skin.
He doesn’t move more than that at first, giving me a few seconds to adjust, and when the strange sensation begins to fade, he pushes a little further in, reigniting it completely.
“Oh God!” I whimper as tears begin to fill my eyes.
Both his hands come to my face, and mine go to his shoulder blades, desperately needing to hold on to him. “I know it hurts, sweetheart. I’m so sorry, I wish I could somehow take it all for you.”
“Can you distract me? It’s all I can think about.” I remember Ronnie telling me ignoring the pain would help it go away faster.
“Of course, Angel. Anything you want, just name it.”
“Kiss me.”
He claims my lips instantly, our tongues dancing together as we moan in each other’s mouths.
Soon, the pain fully fades and I’m rocking my hips, craving more friction.
He pushes in some more, swallowing my cries as a few tears slip past my lids.
I know I must be hurting him with my nails digging into his skin, but I can’t help it. I feel like he’s ripping me in half.