13. Jax
Chapter 13
Jax
I pulled my t-shirt off, desperate to feel Helen’s skin against mine. My cock ached, begging for some attention, but this wasn’t about me; this was about giving Helen more confidence and showing her just how good she could make herself feel.
“Just relax. I’ve got you, beautiful.”
She let out a contented hum as she settled back against me. I lifted her fingers to my mouth. “First rule is to make sure you’re wet. It’s probably why it hurt when you tried before.” I took two of her fingers to my open lips and sucked until they were covered. “There are different places to touch yourself. Your clit, your G-spot, which is inside of you. Some people love toys, others just like fingers and cocks.”
“Uh-huh,” she whispered.
“And touching other places on your body can make your orgasms more intense. Why don’t you use your other hand to touch your breasts? Try pinching your nipple.” I pressed my mouth to her neck, loving the noise she made whenever I’d done it tonight.
“I feel silly,” she admitted. “I really have no clue. Can you help me?”
I buried my face in her neck, calming the urge to flip her on her back and show her just how good I could make her feel. Instead, I covered her left hand in mine and brought it to her breast.
“Fuck,” I cursed as I felt the weight in my palm. My cock throbbed so hard it physically hurt, and I knew it would get worse as I watched her fall apart for the first time, but her pleasure was worth my discomfort. “How does that feel?”
“Okay.”
“Play with your nipple. Twist it, tug on it a little.”
“Oh,” she whimpered as she followed my instructions.
As she focused on her breast, I guided her other hand to her bottoms, pushing beneath the waistband, having to bite down on my bottom lip when I realised she wasn’t wearing underwear and my fingers brushed against her curls.
Helen sucked in a breath, her arse pressing harder against my erection as her back arched. I pressed her two fingers between her folds, easing them down to her entrance before dragging them up to her clit.
“Can you feel that?” Sweat covered my body as I battled to stay in control.
“Y-yes.” Her voice sounded so unsure.
“That’s your clit. Move your fingers in slow, small circles. You’ll start to feel the sensation grow and build.”
“Uh-huh,” she mumbled.
Helen’s breath hitched as we moved together. I guided her hands, but her body stayed rigid as if she couldn’t relax and when she huffed as if she was annoyed, I knew something was wrong.
“How does it feel?”
“I guess it’s nice, but it doesn’t feel enough. Maybe I just can’t do it.”