Chapter Three #2
So I withdraw slowly, and push back inside just as slowly, gritting my teeth the whole time. She moans as I enter her, her nails digging in my back. “Oh God, Seth, I never knew... How does it feel like this?”
“Because you’re made for me,” I mutter into her neck. “We’re made for each other.”
My thrusts are long and deep, her hips rising to meet them. I grab a nearby pillow and shove it beneath her pelvis, and I keep the same tempo. Trying to stave off release, I grit my teeth so hard I’m seeing stars.
“Baby, you think you can come like this?” I barely recognize my own voice.
“I don’t ... know. I hope so, but ... I don’t know.”
That stops me in my tracks. “Is there anything you want me to do? Should we switch?”
“It feels ... amazing.” She pants. “Honestly. Nothing’s ever felt like this. I feel like maybe I can come ... but it’s always been hit-or-miss for me.”
I prop myself up on my straightened arms, rapidly sobering up. “Do you have any moves that you know work for you?”
She averts her eyes. “You don’t have to stop on my account. Just keep going.”
I pull out. “Fuck no. If you don’t come, I don’t come.”
“That’s the problem,” she says, her face turning red. She evades my eyes. “What if it takes me too long? What if I can’t come at all? I get in my head and start to obsess, then it’s taking forever and I can’t come for sure...” She starts to shudder. “I can’t believe I’ve ruined this.”
“Hey, hey. Stop that. You haven’t ruined anything. We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about it.”
She turns on her side and away from me. For a moment, I wonder if I should give her space. No. Fuck it. No space. I roll toward her and spoon her from behind.
“Billie, hey. Don’t turn away from me. Talk to me.”
“I know I’m a freak...”
“You’re not a freak. You were responding beautifully there, I don’t know why you think anything is wrong.”
“Doug was always upset if I took too long or didn’t like what he was doing, so it was always easier to just have him come. Occasionally I’d come too, but I could never reliably replicate it.”
I spit out a torrent of curses. “I can’t believe that idiot. He’s been with you, what? Ten, twelve years? And he hasn’t bothered to learn what makes you come? What a fucking joke.”
A small tremor runs through her body. She’s still in my arms, but I feel her pulling away. I can’t take her pulling away.
“Listen to me.” I touch her shoulder, trying to get her to turn partly toward me, so I can see her face.
“I’m not going to have you feel defeated after having sex with me, do you understand?
That’s absolutely not going to happen. We will figure out what you need and then I’m going to give you as many orgasms as you can tolerate, okay? ”
I see a small, sad smile. “Okay.”
“All right. We’re scientists, right?”
She grins. “We’re scientists.”
“That’s the spirit. So, do you use any toys?”
“You mean like a vibrator?”
“Yeah.”
“Doug didn’t want me using any—”
Fucking hell.
“But I still got myself one.” She grins mischievously.
I chuckle, relieved. “That’s my girl. What kind?”
“Erm ... clitoral? It looks kind of like a computer mouse.”
“Okay, that gives me a lot of information already. And when you get yourself off, what position are you in?”
“I usually do it in the shower, so standing up. Also, when I’m on my stomach, butt in the air. I don’t think I can really come in missionary.”
“That’s totally fine. A lot of women can’t come like that, although there are things we can try even in that position.” I sit up on the bed. “So do you have it with you? Here?”
She nods.
“Do you think you’d like to go grab it and bring it here?”
Her eyes widen. “I’d have to get dressed... Someone could see me.”
“I can quickly put on some clothes and go grab it for you, if you tell me where it is.”
She contemplates it for a moment.
“Do you have some lube, too?”
She nods, then tells me where everything is. I throw on a shirt and sweats, take her key card, and after a few minutes in her room, where I revel for a moment in all her girly stuff, I am back in my room. She’s since slid under the cover, looking debauched and a bit shy.
“We could’ve just moved to my room,” she says. “I didn’t think of it.”
“We can do that later. I wanted you to have the option of leaving if you needed to, in case I started to crowd you.”
“You’ve never crowded me,” she says. “Even back in grad school, you always gave me plenty of space. Although I sometimes wished you would have given me a little less space.”
“You were married, Billie. Married. The whole time I knew you. And you never gave me any encouragement.”
When our eyes meet, the connection is immediate. It’s like a blow to the stomach, stunning me with its violence.
She whips off the covers, leaps out of bed, and stands naked before me. Everything in my body surges to meet hers and I’m at full mast without even touching her.
“I want you so much,” she whispers, her voice deep and filled with desire, arms snaking around my waist, toward my back. My heartbeat picks up. “I’ve wanted you for a long time. I want this to be good. Help me make it good for the both of us.”
“It will be, I promise. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here. With you.”
She pulls my head down into a kiss, and I toss all her stuff on the bed and embrace her back. We kiss with fervor, her naked, me barefoot in sweats and a t-shirt, which she quickly tugs off. She strokes my dick through the pants, long and languid, and I’m hard as a rock again.
“This is not gonna help me last longer,” I say.
She chuckles, working me over in a maddening rhythm. “Should’ve just come earlier.”
“Not without you,” I say and grab her wrist to stop her. “Show me how you get yourself off. Your favorite way.”
Billie tilts her head down and looks up at me from beneath her eyebrows, biting her lower lip, blush rising up her neck to her cheeks.
She’s uncertain, but excited. I see the moment when she decides to go for it, because she pulls back her shoulders, her spine straightening, and reaches for the paraphernalia.
She picks the little lavender vibrator that really is the size and shape of a small computer mouse, and a tube of lube with pink glitter sprinkled across the black background.
“I like to stand or kneel or squat,” she says. “I think I need some tension in my butt and thighs to come.”
I nod. “For guys, too. That tension when we thrust helps us climax, too.”
“I never thought about that,” she says, looking thoughtful. “Makes sense.”
I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her to stand between my thighs. “Show me.”
Billie swallows hard and takes a deep breath, squeezing some lube on her palm. She rubs it between her legs.
“Where do you press the vibrator?” I probe with my fingers, stroking along the well-lubed-up pussy. “Here, directly on the clit?” I rub back and forth. “Do you like circles? Show me.”
“I ... I like everything that you do to me. But maybe a little more pressure?”
“How’s this?” I put more pressure on her pussy and rub and back and forth, dipping into her.
She moans, and I take it as a very good sign.
“I have an idea,” I say. “I will use my fingers inside you, and you use your vibrator on your clit. We’ll stay like this, you before me, so I can touch your tits, too.”
Panting, she nods, and turns the vibrator on.
It’s a little crowded on the front with my hand and her vibrator, so I slide off the edge of the bed and sit down on the hotel-room floor, thankful to still be in my sweats, while she stands, her legs bent and spread, my face before the apex of her thighs.
The scent of her arousal makes me ravenous.
She whimpers as she pumps her hips, working the toy, clasping my hand within her.
“Oh God, this is so much better with you inside me.” Her voice is broken, her eyes fluttering. “So much better than ... just ... the vibe.”
I smile. “I hope so. This will work just as well with my dick later. I have some ideas. But for now just relax, enjoy how you’re feeling, and let me learn what you like.”
I fuck her with my hand from below, making sure I stroke the front wall.
She spreads her thighs wider, tension making them tremble, and bears down on me, the vibrator pressed firmly on her clit.
Her moans deepen and her hips rock faster, coming down on me with more force, and it really doesn’t take very long before I feel her clench, her insides undulating in waves, as she lets out a melodious cry-moan.
By the time she’s done, my hand is soaked.
She turns off the vibrator and smiles at me. “Thank you. That didn’t take too long? You didn’t get bored?”
“Of course not. It was beautiful. You want more? Just like this?”
“No, one is enough...”
“Absolutely not. I’m pretty sure I understand what you need. Let me try something, since you’re primed and ready.”
I take her hand and lead her to a wall. “Put on your heels and place both hands on the wall.”
She obeys.
“Legs spread”—I wedge my foot between hers and tap the insides of her ankles, nudging her to widen her stance—“just like that. Now bend your knees, so you can get that tension.”
I step back to take her in, her mussed-up hair, the gleam of sweat along the column of her spine, her fat juicy mouthwatering fucking ass up in the air. I grip it without tenderness, and she squeals.
Leaning over her, I press my chest against her back. “Get closer to the wall,” I say as I flatten her with my body, then slide my hands around her hip so I can stroke her clit. She moans and shudders, trying to catch her breath, her body tensing beneath my unyielding hand.
I pull back quickly, and Billie grumbles in protest. “Just grabbing a condom,” I say, tugging down my sweats, and quickly sheath myself. Then I lean against her back and push inside, my hand returning to her clit.
I start to thrust, following the rhythm of my pelvis with the circles on her clit.
Her cheek and chest are against the wall, her ass sticking into my groin, and she greedily pushes back into me, gyrating around my cock.
I kiss her hair, her shoulder, her upper arm, anything I can reach while I fuck her hard.
“Oh God, oh Seth, oh God, oh God, oh gawd—”
She tightens like a bow and cries, pulsing around my dick, and I grit my teeth, trying to hold it, but there’s no use, I’ve been turned on for way too long, so I give in and let myself explode, let her walls squeeze all the cum as I bellow in blinding release.
I press against her sweat-slicked torso, pinning her to the wall, giving her all my weight. We remain motionless, catching our breaths.
I push strands of wet, fragrant hair away from her neck and bury my nose in it. She smells like skin and sweat and perfume, and I lick her from her ear, down the slope of her neck, all the way to the ball of her shoulder, then back to the shoulder blade. She shudders under my tongue.
“What are you doing?” she asks with a note of amusement in her voice.
“Licking you.”
Billie chuckles. “How do I taste?”
“Perfect.”
She turns around in my arms. “This was amazing,” she says. “Thank you.”
“It was all you,” I say as I kiss her, her fingers lazily threading through my hair. “You were the amazing one. I was just helping out a little bit.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “You don’t understand what a big deal this is for me. To be able to come with another person and not have it be a fluke or a cause of frustration or a fight with my partner.”
What the hell? I really need to find Douchebag and punch him in the nuts.
“Go lie down and I will join you in a minute,” I say, trying not to reveal how fucking irritated I am that her piece-of-shit ex is now ruining our good buzz. I’m furious that he’s made this wonderful woman think there’s anything wrong with her. How can one douchebag cause so much damage?
I throw away the condom, wash my hands and face, and then wet a washcloth to clean her up.
“Spread your legs,” I command once I’m back, and she obeys with a small smile, watching me run the warm cloth on her.
Maybe it is the act of service, maybe it’s her complete trust in my intent, but every stroke on her flushed inner thighs makes me feel more possessive. Like all of her, head to toe, is mine.
“That feels really nice,” she says. “Do you always do that to girls you sleep with?”
“Usually, yeah.” But it doesn’t feel like this. Like doing it is a privilege because you’re mine. “Let me guess, your ex has never done it.”
She shakes her head.
I sigh and sit up. “I have to tell you, it bothers me to hear about him. Because he’s had you for such a long time and clearly hasn’t taken good care of you.
But I don’t want this to be about how he sucked at being your husband.
I want us to focus on what feels good to you and me, okay?
You can tell me anything. Anything you don’t like, anything you’d like to try.
I want you to enjoy yourself with me, okay? Like I’m enjoying myself with you.”
She nods.
I lie down next to her under the covers and pull her into my arms. “Let’s cuddle a bit and then we can go again.”
Billie bites her lip.
“Let me guess: Doug never wanted to go more than once? He’d roll over and fall asleep?”
She nods, suppressing a chuckle.
I sigh. Typical. “Well, I am very attracted to you and I just got a chance to fuck you for the first time, so I’m not letting you out of my bed until I absolutely have to.”
“My talk’s on Thursday,” she says.
“Good. That means we have two whole days before we have to get out of bed,” I say. “Since I’m already done with mine.”
“What about Edie’s presentation tomorrow?” Billie asks, lazily tracing my pecs.
I’m struck by how good it feels, and how natural, to have her here, all freshly fucked, warm and relaxed against my side. She really belongs with me and it’s not just my wishful thinking—it is reality.
I place a kiss on top of her head. “Edie will understand.”