32. Laszlo
All my life, I hated to be touched.
Couldn’t fucking stand it. Disassociated the second anyone even got within a few feet of me. That’s one reason I wore so many layers, kept my skin covered as much as was possible.
And then there was her, and she changed everything.
She changed me.
Her hand was the softest thing in the world. Her sweet body curled into me. For the first time in my life, I didn’t want to throw up or hide in the corners of my mind.
I wanted to stay right here, with her.
Safe in my body.
Safe in her hands.
I didn’t even know that this feeling was possible for me.
My sweet angel even gave me a safeword, one I’d never need with her.
Her tiny hand ran the length of my cock, and I moaned. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, looking up at me for approval, and I stroked her hip. I would let her set the tempo.
This was her first time.
I chased away the awareness of the lie.
This was her first time.
I would make it everything she deserved to experience.
“Do you like touching your husband’s cock?”
She smiled, her eyes glittering at my lighter and more playful tone. A throb of life beneath her palm, and her smile grew.
“Do you want to kiss it?”
She considered it. She actually considered my question instead of jumping to obey! My heart swelled with pride, because I knew her instincts were to do what she was told. It was our wedding day, and my sweet little bride was figuring out what she wanted.
“I do,” she said, her nose crinkling in the most adorable way. “Will you teach me?”
“I want to teach you everything, wife,” I growled.
“But I don’t want you between my thighs.
I need you close to me.” With a few adjustments, I helped her turn her body so that she was laying atop me, her breasts pressed to my abs, her knees locked, next to my head.
Her round ass was a perfect sight as her pubic bone draped over my shoulder.
“You look divine from this angle.”
Her lips grazed against the top of my shaft, kissing my flesh. There was a twitch of life, and my blood rushed in my ears.
Rush lower, damn it.
For fuck’s sake, those meds I was taking for my PTSD were strong. That was the only explanation for how I could see such a beautiful face next to my cock and not get instantly sprung.
She dragged her tongue across my shaft, nuzzling into me.
“Such a good girl.”
I stroked her cheek again, and she turned her face, smiling up at me, as if nothing were wrong at all. Her hand stroked my inner thigh, her kittenish tongue running my length, lazily. She took her time, until the sides and top of my shaft were all marked with her saliva, and her heat was rising.
Her body was a furnace next to me, her hips beginning to wiggle as her own physical arousal outpaced mine.
My free hand went to her rounded hips, tracing over the naked skin. She moaned against my package, her full lips parting as her eyes fluttered close.
“Can I part your legs?”
She looked at me, nodding, her expression dreamy. I guided one of her knees up, lifting it and turning her so that both of her knees were on either side of my torso. Her perfect pussy bloomed for me, dripping.
“Oh angel, you are drenched. What a perfect wife.”
My fingernails grazed through soft, golden hair, her heat radiating from her. When the pads of my fingers found her pussy, it was to a slick sensation, and I glided my index finger along the seam. Her eyes shut, both of them rolling back in her head as she sighed sweetness against my shaft.
Electricity prickled between us, and she suckled the side of my shaft. It was an unusual sensation, and my breath caught at the back of my throat.
She didn’t move with skill or intention, but her motions were luxuriated, slow.
Worshipful.
I hated my body, but it was harder to feel that burning disgust when her dainty fingertips were trailing along my pale skin with reverence.
She kissed and suckled my shaft, not with a base desire to get me off, but with something new.
A need to share in pleasure with me. I kept petting between her thighs, following the same rhythm she was setting with me.
The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and it was that which made me twitch.
A growl brewed in my throat, a deep rumble, and she answered it with her own higher-pitched purr.
Her light licks gave way to ones with more pressure, the tip of her tongue finding a vein and following it to its conclusion.
A lidded, heavenly smile brightened her expression as her nose nuzzled against my shaft. Her hand stretched back, over my torso, over my jaw, reaching out for me. I kissed her fingertips, and she cooed.
“This is perfect,” she said, going back to her licking, kissing.
She took the top part of me in between her lips, and I’d be forgiven for thinking her drunk.
Her flush was growing, her body quivering, despite laying atop me.
Her hand wrapped around my trunk, and she looked at me, bordering on giddy.
“Is this okay?”
I couldn’t find my words for what this was, but it was certainly better than okay. I grunted something out, not quite forming English.
She didn’t understand, so I nodded, and her mouth was around me again. Her tongue explored me with more intimacy than I’d ever known, and it was difficult to keep my breathing in check. No, impossible.
I feared I might be broaching a panic attack with how shallow and rapid it was coming on, and I tried to distract myself by bringing another finger to her slit, parting her lips and gliding between them.
I didn’t know what she did. Suddenly my awareness spun out, and I sucked in a breath as the room went dark, then roared back into something brighter than daylight despite how dim it was inside. My spine arched, my fingers grappling with the sheets, and then she stilled, looking at me with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Fuck,” I cursed, my eyes trained on her. “What did you do?”
“I… I moved my tongue and then sucked. It was bad?” Her lower lip trembled, and I was shaking my head.
“No. Intense,” I grunted out, and she relaxed again. Her muscles coiled almost as tight as mine when she thought she was in trouble. “Please. Again. Do it again.”
This time I watched, her mouth forming a tight ring around my crown, her tongue finding my frenulum, how her spine arched and her cheeks went concave.
All the blood that was sloshing around my head rushed low, a throb turning into a pulse.
She didn’t stop, despite my roaring out, and whatever it was she was doing was swiftly engorging me.
The suction was exactly what my body needed and as the webbing of her hand spread, my cock stiffened in her grasp.
She didn’t let up, and my fingers slipped down her lips, finding her wet opening. I pressed one inside her up to the first knuckle, and her hand gripped my thigh, though she didn’t pause her sucking.
I was starting to worry she might bruise me, but then she had to grab some air, panting.
Her chest quivered, her tight nipples hard, a glow illuminating her.
When her mouth came back to my cock, it wasn’t with the same focus. She was back to peppering me with kisses and I stroked her with two fingers, keeping the middle one inside her, feeling her clench at the unfamiliar sensation.
Trauma prevented me from remembering most of my first experiences, and I worried it was the same with her, so I treated her like the delicate creature she was.
My middle finger found the bundle of nerves at the front wall, grazing against it as my thumb nudged her clit from its hood. She moaned against my shaft, pleasure travelling between us.
There was never a point in my life when I could stand this much physical contact. Her thighs pressing against my ribcage, our inverted torsos, her tongue wrapping around my crown.
She kissed me with naked desire, exploring me in a way she’d never explore anyone else.
In turn, I explored her.
With her round ass in my face, her blonde pussy glowing red with glossy desire, I kept stroking her.
My finger flexed inside, and she whimpered.
I repeated the motion, and her knees buckled, losing her power over them for a second.
With my other hand, I helped keep her hips lifted, and my finger pushed in up to my plain wedding ring as I stretched her out.
Adding another finger, my motions were growing quicker, following her timing on my shaft.
Two hands put pressure on my thighs as she fought to maintain her position, her tongue trailing from my root to my crown.
Each time, my cock bobbed, full and swollen, and she didn’t shrink in fear.
She was moaning and rocking, her hips wriggling as I added a third finger, all of them reaching forward, stroking that sensitive part in her.
“Good girl. Squeeze me just like that.”
Her pussy clamped around me, and it was harder to manipulate her g-spot, but not impossible.
I was desperate to taste her and lunged forward, my mouth wrapping around her clit.
Her juices stained my face, and I didn’t let up as she arched and her toes curled.
The tops of her feet beat against the bed, her mewling growing in intensity.
“Laszlo! Ah! What are you…?” Lips parted in shock, she tossed her head back.
“I’ve got you, Lyn. Come for me. Come all over me.”
Heat flooded my fingers, my palm, my thumb, my face, and I kept it up for long after I should have stopped. She sang sweetly as she came, and she’d gotten me so turned on. I wanted her gushing before I even thought of doing anything else.
The honey dripped down my chin, and I watched in rapt awe as her lips kissed my ringed fingers.
Only when she was squealing and trying to get away did I still my motions, my fingers inside her as she recovered around them. I planted another kiss on the apex of her pussy.
“What… what was that?”
My brows tightened, uncertain what she meant, paranoia curling in me. She sensed my tension, so she quickly followed it up with, “What did you do to me?”
I relaxed back down onto the bed, sucking in a breath, licking my chops of her sweet juice.
“Orgasm. Was it good?”
“Was it… good? I tingle… saw stars,” she muttered, blinked, confusion behind her gaze. “Is that what happens to men?”
“Well, yea. And women. Everyone, actually,” I said, slowly pulling my fingers from her dripping pussy. I licked them clean, one at a time, as she watched with a tilted head. Air returned to her lungs, and she adjusted herself so that her face was next to mine.
My other hand pressed against the back of her head, and I brought my lips to hers.
If this was all she wanted tonight, this was still the best sex I’d had in my life.
The way her palm found my cock again told me she wasn’t done, though.
“Do you think you can be a very brave girl?” I growled to her lips, and she nodded eagerly.
“Good. Because I want to teach you how to ride me.”