Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SHORT
Up to now, bringing a woman to orgasm with my mouth is something I’ve done in a perfunctory manner, normally only to warm her up, and to encourage her juices to flow to get her wet enough to take my not insignificant cock.
And only with ladies I have to put in work with, ones I meet outside of the club, and then only those who understand a one-night stand is all I’m offering.
I’ve never gone down on the club girls. Getting my brothers’ cum in my mouth is a thought that immediately turns me off.
Now, though, I realise I’ve been missing out.
Bron’s reaction, hearing the sounds coming out of her mouth that I don’t think she was conscious of making, seeing the heights she didn’t know she was capable of achieving, and knowing I’ve given her something no other man has, well, it means fucking everything.
I’ve pushed her tonight. Sure, it was with her encouragement, but that kiss had taken me by surprise.
She’d then allowed me access to her perfect tits, and I’d assumed that would be as far as we’d be going tonight.
But then, getting the chance to see her naked, well, except for those panties which I’ve stretched so far I’ve probably ruined them, made my fucking night.
I may see a long appointment with my hand in the shower ahead, but I won’t press for more.
I’ve already gotten further than I’d ever dreamed of going.
One thing I’m sure of, Bronwyn is worth any amount of patience and waiting.
I might not have gotten my cock inside her, but that will come in time.
I’ve no compunction about calling her my old lady, without strings attached or end dates.
Somehow, I think this temporary arrangement of hers has gone down the drain.
My intention is just to cuddle her, so I start to stand. As I do, I have to adjust myself in my pants, my cock hard enough to hammer nails.
“I want to see you.”
Having accepted our intimacy was over, it takes me a second to comprehend her words.
“Darlin’, I won’t die if we don’t go further tonight.” I might if I don’t get some private time in the shower soon, but I’m not admitting to that.
“I might.” She shocks me. “I’m feeling good.
I’m in a great place. I’m still on a high from what you just gave me.
Make love to me now, Short. I want you to wipe the memories of what happened to me, replace them with something I want to remember.
If you don’t, maybe I won’t be able to be brave another time. ”
“I don’t want to push you.”
She’s lounging on the sofa. Having orgasmed, she seems at ease with her nudity in front of me. I notice she hasn’t even pushed her legs back together, and I have a clear view of the pink petals surrounding her glistening cunt, which has to be the prettiest I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Please, let me see you,” she asks again, in a lazy post-orgasmic drawl.
Much as I like to hear her begging, I’m going to give her what she wants.
Although I am worried. I’m a big man, and in proportion all over, and she’s such a little thing.
Fully prepared to send her out of the room screaming, I carefully unbuckle my belt, push the button through the hole, then, as if doing a striptease, ease down the zipper.
All the time her eyes are upon me. I’ve never felt self-conscious before, but I do tonight.
It takes everything in me to stay facing forward as I push my jeans down, over my hips, and to my feet.
I hear her giggle as I realise I’ve left my boots on, so I have to toe them off before I can get rid of my pants, almost toppling over in the process, making her chuckle again.
Her amusement? Well, that’s fucking music to my ears, proving I haven’t yet traumatised her.
I can’t help joining her, laughing at my own predicament.
Now I’ve kicked my jeans away from me, I realise there’s something else I’ve forgotten. Reaching for my discarded jeans, I fumble in the pocket, pull out my wallet, and extract the condom I’m still not sure I’ll have the need to use.
“Stand up.” She looks bemused at my command, but does as instructed.
Taking her seat on the couch, I slide the condom over my erection, grimacing as she’s got me as hard as I can ever remember being. Then I pat my legs. “Straddle me, darlin’. If we’re going to do this, you’re going to be in charge.” To encourage her to come close, I offer my hand.
She takes it, and looking me straight in the eye, she eases herself down, but she’s sitting on my thighs, not where I want her. She risks a quick glance down at my condom-covered cock bobbing in front of her.
She raises her eyes. “I’m not a virgin.”
“Yes, you are,” I tell her softly. “This is your first time with a man whom you want. A man who wants you in return for all the right reasons.” I lean forward slightly so I can cup her face in my hands.
“It’s okay to be nervous, uncertain. To be worried you might not be able to go through with this, concerned you might disappoint me.
” I pause for a second to make sure her eyes are on me and that she can hopefully read the sincerity in mine.
“I’m fuckin’ nervous too, darlin’.” Her brow furrows.
“Yeah, you’ve got to know I’ve had my share of women, but it’s never meant so much to me before.
I’m worried I might fuck this up. Fuck, Bron, I want to make it so good for you that you become addicted to me.
Hell, I already am to you. The last thing I want is to hurt or scare you. ”
In response, she inches forward, so her pussy rubs up against my cock. Her voice trembles as she asks, “How’s this supposed to work?”
I chuckle softly. “See, I’ve got a dick, and you’ve got a pussy.” Removing my hands from her face, I make a circle with the fingers of one hand and drive the forefinger of my other up through the middle. “Kind of like this.”
A laugh bursts out of her, and she slaps my hands down. “I think I’m aware of the mechanics.”
Whether consciously or not, her body has started moving against me, as if she’s trying to get pressure against her clit. I only wish I wasn’t wearing a condom so I could feel her wetness coating my dick.
“It’s up to you.” My voice sounds strange, but her action is torturing my poor, swollen cock. “If you want to back out, we don’t need to go any further tonight.”
Biting her lip, she replies, “But I want to. Will you… will you help me, Short?”
Placing my hands on either side of her hips, I lift and position her so she’s kneeling over me.
Then, I take hold of her fingers and put them around my cock.
Fuck, she’s so close to my dick, I’m near enough exploding with just the thought of being inside her.
I hope she’ll end this torture before I embarrass myself.
She takes her own weight now, shifting forward until she’s hovering over me, then, thank fuck, gritting her teeth, she slides down, taking the head of my cock inside her. She freezes and gasps.
“Go as slow as you want.” My own teeth are clenched together.
“I’m a big man, Bron, take it easy. We’ll fit, but we might have to work for it.
” I don’t think it’s the place or time to remind her that it’s been years since she took a man’s cock.
She’ll be as tight as a virgin, even if she lost that status more than a decade before.
Panting, she tries again, while saying, “I don’t think your dick is bigger than Trip’s head.”
“What?” A startled laugh escapes from me.
She stops, eyes creased in amusement as she slaps her hand over her mouth. “I don’t think I was supposed to say that.”
“It was a reality check,” I agree, loving how relaxed she is. I expected her to be nervous and scared, but after her orgasm, she’s truly into what’s happening between us.
To get us back on track, I start to play with her clit, strumming it, showing her I’m just as talented with my fingers as the tongue I’d used before.
She’s not immune to my ministrations. Now her body moves of its own volition. As she tries to get more sensation on that tiny bundle of nerves, my cock slips another inch inside her.
Fuck, it’s like torture. Any other woman I’d have taken charge, but with her I have to grin and bear it. The eventual reward will undoubtedly be worth waiting for.
Her jaw clenches, and she rises a little, then eases herself back down, and more of my cock goes inside her. There’s still a lot more of me to go.
“You’re so big,” she breaths out.
I refuse to remind her of that comment about Trip, saying convincingly instead, “You can take me.”
She stops her motion, and I increase the action of my fingers. “That’s not playing fair,” she gasps, writhing against me. She manages to take in even more of me. Her eyes have squeezed shut. “Is that all?”
I don’t want to tell her I’m only halfway in, so I fib a little. “Almost.”
“Oh, fuck, Short.” It’s the first time I’ve heard a profanity from her, and it makes me grin. With a look of determination, she rises up and pushes herself down on me. Reading her intention to get the torturous process over with, I help her by thrusting myself in. “God!” She goes completely still.
There are tears in her eyes, showing how much it must sting.
I’m feeling like a true asshole, until she moans and tells me, “I think my virginity must have grown back.” Her unexpected words make me chuckle until she cries out.
“Stop, Short, don’t move.” Ending my moment of mirth, I still my unintentional movement.
Seconds later, she squeezes her internal muscles as if trying them out, and it’s my turn to groan.
Then she’s telling me, “For God’s sake, move, Short. I need you.”
She braces her hands against my chest as I take charge, holding her to me, and pushing inside her, then retreating and thrusting back in, teaching her the rhythm and movement I know we’ll both enjoy.