Chapter 7 #3
He gently opens the folds at my groin and feels around, clearly trying to find where I’m talking about but not sure where it is. He explores until I cry out at the sharp slice of pleasure. “There! Right there. Please, can you rub me right there? It feels so good.”
He uses two of his fingertips to rub in firm circles right on the best spot, and it takes almost no time for me cry out again with the rush of pleasure as my body shakes through each new surge.
He’s flushed and panting and visibly tense as he keeps rubbing until my body relaxes in satisfaction. “You did real good,” he mutters. “You’re really into it. Didn’t think you’d come so easily for me.”
I feel like preening at the compliment, so I smile up at him. “I really did good?”
“Yeah, you did. Can I touch you inside now?”
“Yes.” I actually have no idea what he means, but he feels farther back in my groin until he slides a finger all the way inside my vagina.
It’s wet there. Really wet in a way I’m not used to. His finger slides in easily, and it feels good when he pumps it in and out and rubs me inside.
I squirm and arch my neck as the pleasure starts intensifying again.
“You’re all wet and soft now inside. You like how my finger feels inside you?”
“Yes. It feels really good.” I writhe and toss my head, getting my hair in my face. “I need to come again.” I try out the words to see if I’ve understood how he used them, and I must get it right because he makes a throaty sound.
“I’m gonna make you come again. I never thought you’d be so sweet and eager about doing this with me. You’re so pretty and sexy sprawled out like this naked with your hair all over. Sweet like honey. And soft. Like your honey cake. Your pussy clinging to my finger so good.”
Pussy. That must be a different name for my vagina.
It’s wetter than ever, and it’s definitely gripping his finger.
I like knowing a different word, and I like how he adds a second finger to make it tighter and pushes them in and out of me forcefully.
I rock my hips up against his hand and make helpless sounds that get louder and louder as the pleasure intensifies.
“Now you’re doing real good,” he says, never looking away from me as his hand works between my legs. “You’re gonna come again real hard. It’s gonna feel real good.”
“It does,” I gasp, fumbling at the sheet as it feels like I’m falling out of control. “It’s so good. Keep doing that. Even faster. It feels like I need it! Oh, it’s so good!”
“I’m the one who gets to make you feel this good. ’Cause I’m your man. All this sweetness is just for me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I mumble out as I’m suddenly anxious about how strong the sensations are. “Mason, it’s just for you.”
He’s leaning over me now. He tweaks my nipple with one hand as the other works vigorously between my legs, making a wet slapping sound.
The pleasure finally explodes out again, harder than I’ve ever felt it before. I’m not prepared so I can’t keep my voice quiet. I make loud sobbing sounds as the pleasure hits me again and again in waves.
“That’s right,” he murmurs. “You’ve got it. Keep going. You can be as loud as you want. Don’t hold anything back. This is how you’re supposed to feel.”
I’m hoarse and shaky when the sensations finally fade into little quivers of pleasure and a deep satisfaction inside me. He strokes me through the last of them until he finally withdraws his hand.
We stare at each other for a minute.
“I didn’t know that was sex,” I say at last.
“That wasn’t all of it. But it was part of it.”
“You get to feel that good too?”
“Yeah. When… when you’re ready.”
“I think I’m ready now. Just tell me what to do.”
He has me bend up my legs and part my thighs. Then he moves over me, positioning his lower body between my legs and holding himself up on his arms.
“This is right?” I ask, spreading my legs even wider. I feel hot and wet and throbby there compared to the air of the room.
“Yeah. It might hurt a little. Tell me if it’s too bad.”
“I’ll tell you. But I think I can do it good like I did the other stuff.” I really believe this is true. I’m slightly nervous because I don’t want anything to hurt, but nothing we’ve done so far has been anything but good.
Maybe this last part will be too.
He adjusts slightly and uses one of his hands to guide his thick, hard shaft to the entrance of my pussy. Then he starts pushing it inside there.
He was right. It is tight. Tighter than I expect.
I arch up with a soft, whining sound as the pressure increases and my body has to stretch.
“Is it okay?” he asks, pausing.
“It’s okay. Just go slow if you can.”
“I’ll go slow.” He’s breathless. Shaking just a little, but I don’t know if it’s nerves or excitement.
He’s as good as his word. He eases in and then out. Shifts his angle and then tries again. This time it goes in better. There’s a lot of discomfort but no real pain.
It’s just so tight. So full. So much.
“You okay?” he rasps, bracing his weight on his arms again. He’s deep inside me now but holding himself still.
“I think I’m good.” My voice sounds weird. Ragged. “So what do you do? Do you move it in and out like your fingers?”
“Yeah. But I can wait. I think. It feels real good being inside you.”
“It does?”
“Yeah, it does. You’re all hot and wet and gripping me tight.”
“Oh.” The words get me hot and excited, but I don’t know why. “That’s good then.”
“Tell me when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now. You can… do what you’re supposed to do.”
He pulls back his hips and then pushes forward. He must really like it because his features twist and he breathes out, “Fuck, yeah.”
I need to do something with my hands, so I reach up to hold on to his shoulders. “That’s good,” I say, since I liked when he said something similar to me. “Keep going.”
He pumps again. Then again. Each time, his face tightens up and he lets out another breathless exclamation.
He’s really liking it. That makes me feel almost as good as when he was using his hand to please me.
“Keep going, Mason,” I tell him, huffing slightly every time he pushes in because it’s not exactly comfortable. “It’s your turn. Don’t hold back.”
I don’t know if it’s my words or because he’s so far gone toward his own pleasure, but he thrusts faster and harder, his whole body jerking with the naked need in his motion.
It hurts a little as his rhythmic grunts turn into louder, rougher sounds. He’s not saying words now, but I know he’s really into it. I know he’s really loving how he’s feeling right now. I know he needs this badly.
And I want to give it to him even if it’s not easy. I try not to clench up around the penetration of his shaft, keeping my body as soft as it was before so he can get what he needs from it.
It doesn’t actually last very long. Not nearly as long as it took for me to get there when his fingers were inside me. His thrusts turn into fast, hard ruts that end with a loud exclamation of satisfaction as his face transforms with a wash of deep pleasure.
He moans long and deep as he jerks a few last times, his hips rolling as his shaft spurts out something into my pussy. Then he collapses on top of me like his energy is wiped out.
I wasn’t expecting that, but I do okay. He’s heavy, and I’m really sore between my legs now, but he’s feeling so good. His body gets softer and softer like he’s finally sated.
I want him to feel that way. He made me feel that way too. It’s his turn, and I’m doing okay. I stroke his back and his rumpled hair for several minutes.
His penis has gotten soft inside me. There’s a lot of fluid there, and it’s leaking out onto my thighs and on the sheet.
We made a real mess. There’s a big wet spot on the clean sheets. I wasn’t expecting that either.
It takes him a long time before he finally lifts his weight from me and peers down at my face. “You okay?”
“I’m good,” I tell him with a sigh. I don’t actually feel good right now, but I’m not about to admit it. He’d feel bad, and I don’t want that. This is what we’re supposed to do, and I can do it just like everyone else. “Did I do okay?”
“Okay? You were perfect. That was… Not sure I’ve ever felt so good in my life.” He’s almost smiling as he looks down at me.
So, despite the aches and discomfort and wetness, I’m happy after all. Because if it’s his job to keep me safe, then it’s my job to make him feel this good.
And I’m going to keep doing it.
He finally gets up to go to the bathroom, and then I do too, cleaning myself up and hoping the pang of pain between my legs won’t last for long. I bring a towel back to the bed, trying to clean up the wetness.
There’s blood there as well as the other fluids, but Mason tells me that’s normal for the first time.
I don’t like the sight of it. I cover the spot with a clean towel and then tell Mason good night before I go to my own room.
The first part of sex was really good. The second part wasn’t bad. It’s going to be fine. I can do it.
I’m getting so much more out of this marriage that I can put up with being uncomfortable before bedtime each night so Mason gets what he needs.