Chapter 15 #3
As blissed out as Maisy was, I did not want her to fall or to lay on the carpeting.
Lifting her into my arms, I carried her to our bed, where I lay down beside her.
All the while, I kept trying to think of gross, unsexy things instead of the incredible creature lying beside me.
Not if I wanted to last longer than five seconds inside her.
A small hand landed on my thigh, traveling its way up to my groin. I shifted my head from where I’d been studying the ceiling in an effort to gain a modicum of control. It hadn’t worked, because my dick was still at full mast.
I was lying on my back, while she’d shifted to her side with her face completely focused on my dick she was so fucking close to touching, but still hadn’t. It was pure torture, lying there as she explored. Fisting the sheets under me, I had to bite my tongue against begging.
Like the rest of me, my dick was a good size. No wonder I hadn’t questioned her claim that she was underage. As she reached her hand towards me, it really did look petite in comparison.
Maisy’s hand shook as she wrapped her fingers around my aching dick.
I watched her exploration for a moment before I realized she wasn’t attempting to give me a handjob.
She was studying, learning my body. I kept myself perfectly immobile as she moved my dick up and down, side to side, and only moved to widen my legs slightly as she moved her hand down to my very blue balls.
There were not enough unsexy thoughts in the world for this moment in time. I was dying, slow and painful.
She rolled my balls in the palm of her hand, sending pleasure and pain shooting up my spine.
Her grip wasn’t enough to harm me, and holy hell, I now understood why some men liked cock-and-ball torture so much.
This must be what being on the receiving side of edging was like.
My dick was oozing precum like it had sprung a leak.
Maisy tilted her head in the most adorable way as she gently lifted my balls up. I had no idea what she was doing or why, because my taint could not be that interesting to look at. By now, she was kneeling next to my left thigh as she explored my lower half.
“I have to say, I’m impressed.”
My eyebrows lifted at her sudden speech. “With my dick?” Fuck, was that my voice? I sounded like I’d swallowed a frog.
Maisy laughed, shaking her head. She trailed a finger up my length to the mushroomed head.
My back stiffened as I quickly tried to recall the inventory of my last shipment.
“I didn’t expect you to let me touch you like that.
I’m glad you did. I’ve never… Well, other than our shower, I’ve never looked at a man before.
I appreciate you letting me see you, but to be honest, you look like you’re in a lot of pain.
I didn’t realize touching you would hurt. ”
“Not that sort of pain, love. This is the good kind, trust me.” She looked doubtful, pursing her lips to the side. “Remember what I said about anticipation? You’re just sweetening the ending.”
Her eyes danced between my face and my dick, uncertain. “Really?”
I nodded. “Keep going if that is your wish.”
Again, her eyes bounced between my two heads. “And what if I want to try…something else?”
My lips twitched. “You need to say the words, baby. I’m not a mind reader and I refuse to make assumptions that could harm you mentally or physically. What is it you want?”
Maisy licked her lips, drawing my eyes. “I talked with Dr. Akamu about different positions to try with you, and some of the porn I watched showed the woman on top. Is that something you’re willing to try?”
I nodded. “Baby, you can try anything you want with me. I know my safe word.” My words had the desired effect, because she giggled. “But you can’t just climb on top, Mase. I need to stretch you, and we need to talk about protection.”
“You mean condoms?” she asked, her cheeks blazing a bright red.
I nodded again. Since this was my room, I knew where the box was that I’d hidden when I cleared out space for Maisy and Samantha to move in.
To my surprise, though, Maisy shifted around on the bed until she was hanging half off of it, her little ass in the air.
Fuck, the things I wanted to do to that ass.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I sat up to get a better view of… Well, if I was being honest, of her ass, but I would never admit to that out loud.
Going up on her knees, Maisy dragged a canvas shopping bag onto the bed. “I didn’t know what size you needed, so I got an assortment.”
Then she turned the bag over between us to reveal a mountain of square, foil, condom packets.
“Um…” I reached forward and picked up a black packet with gold lettering, stating it contained the world’s smallest condom.
From the feel of the roll inside, it had the width of my pinkie finger.
In her defense, there was also a pink and blue packet under it, advertising for both our pleasures.
I picked up another one that was white with…
Yup, it claimed to be cinnamon roll flavored.
I looked up at Maisy. Her expression looked hopeful as she stared up at me, like she was waiting for my praise. “I have questions,” I proclaimed. “First and foremost, where the hell did you get these?”
“At the youth center,” she said with a wide smile. “Lucifer keeps tubs and tubs of condoms, lube, and pamphlets about safe sex. I read all of them, including ones about anal sex.” She rooted around in the Mount Rubber Pile for a second until she found several packets of lubricant. “See?”
I had to bite my lips together, really, really not wanting to burst her bubble.
Christ, she looked so fucking proud of herself, but wow I was not looking forward to breaking the news that a good number of these would not fit me.
And also I wanted nothing with the word “cinnamon” on it going anywhere near my dick.
I found a packet that said it was extra-large and ribbed. “How about we start off easy and work our way up to,” I glanced down at the pile, “bubble gum flavored lube, shoots?”
She nodded, still smiling widely. “Can you explain something to me?” she asked as she started to scoop the packets back into the canvas bag.
“Of course.” I reached over to help her.
“Why are condoms flavored? Are you supposed to suck on them before using them?”
Yeah, I was definitely going to Luaahi for corrupting this woman, but damn, it was going to be a fun ride on the way down.
I chuckled. “No. Depending on people’s situations, they use condoms during oral sex as well.”
“Like when you put your mouth on me?” Maisy dropped the bag off the side of the bed after we’d collected all but the one I’d put aside.
I opened and closed my mouth. I actually had no idea what protection was used on women recipients of oral sex. I’d never been with someone who required it. And now I felt like I needed some of Lucifer’s pamphlets.
“Come here,” I instructed, in place of answering her.
Maisy crawled over to me and I scooped her up in my arms. “I’m clean,” I assured her.
“But until we have a talk about protection and expectations, we’ll use your excessive pile of condoms.” Her cheeks flushed, and I kissed her nose.
“You’re incredible, you know that? I love you so fucking much, Mase, and I never want to be separated from you again. ”
Her chin trembled slightly. “Same. I can’t imagine you not in my life, Tangaloa.”
Unable to resist any longer, I claimed her lips. She tasted like heaven, parting for me as I coaxed her mouth open to explore inside. Her soft, little sounds were like church bells to my ears, and I knew I would spend the rest of my life worshiping this woman.
I lifted her onto my lap, her legs spreading over mine. Gently, I dipped my hand low. I moved slow enough that she knew exactly my intent. Still, just before my fingers touched her hot, wet core, I pulled back long enough to ask, “May I?”
She nodded vigorously before reclaiming my lips. Despite it not being verbal, I did not question her permission.
I sank my finger inside. She was incredibly tight, making me wonder if I should have started with the smaller finger. Maisy trembled against me, but kept kissing me. Her arousal filled my nose, and my mouth watered with the desire to taste her again.
I always wanted the taste of her on my tongue.
Her fingers trailed up the back of my neck to my short hair. I groaned as her tongue warred with mine, my finger curling, seeking, inside her. I knew the moment I’d found her sweet spot because she suddenly jumped, ripping her mouth off mine, as she cried out my name.
Her hips rocked against mine, her wet folds rubbing against my hard cock.
I pushed my own hips up, using my finger and cock to give her pleasure.
But I did not stop at one orgasm—not counting the one from eating her out on the floor.
Too much time had passed for her to still be loose from that one.
Yet it still wasn’t enough. I was big enough that she needed a lot more stretching.
Maisy whimpered as I added another finger while she still rode the waves of her orgasm.
I was beyond desperate to feel her tight heat around me, but I could not fuck this up.
I used my free hand to cup the back of her head as our mouths dueled.
I pulled back when I felt her walls start to quake around my fingers, only allowing her to chase her next release after I added a third.
If we were in a different position, I might have added a fourth, but I wanted her stretched, not sore.
I kept a tight hold on her as she swayed above me. I moved back enough where I was able to put the condom on one-handed before laying down on the mattress. She was soaked, and I prayed it was enough.
“Maisy, baby. I need you to look at me.” Her eyes were blissed out as she slowly blinked, but eventually, she was able to focus on me. “You’re in control,” I reminded her. “If you want to continue, we continue. If you want to stop, we stop.”
She shook her head, and at first I assumed that meant she wanted to stop until she said, “No, I want to do this. Please.”
I did not think this was a good time to point out that she never had to beg me for sex. I would always want her. “Then lift yourself up, baby. Do you want help putting me inside you?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I want to try.”
Maisy stared down between the apex of her legs where my sheathed cock waited not-so-patiently for her. As she lifted up, I kept hold of her hips, but did not otherwise move as she reached for my dick. Yet, even as she held herself over me, she made no attempt to lower herself.
“Rub yourself against my head,” I encouraged.
But she didn’t. Instead, I saw fear and trepidation creep into her features. Immediately, I sat up, and even removed her hand from around my cock before I took her face between my palms. “What is it, Mase? Talk to me.”
Had I gone too far? Was this a panic attack? A flashback? I shouldn’t have pushed for sex so soon. I should have waited until we both sat down with Dr. Akamu and we could discuss how best to go about introducing Maisy to sex.
“What if you don’t like it?”
Her words stopped my fears in their tracks. “What?”
“What if… What if I’m not…” She ducked her chin down to her chest, my hands still holding her. “What if he broke me down there and you can’t… What if you don’t like it?” she repeated in a small voice.
Like a tsunami, so many emotions came crashing down on top of me. I wrapped myself around her, burying my face into her shoulder as her question slayed my soul. How did I possibly explain?
Despite promising her to be on top, I flipped us. She landed on the mattress with a start as I settled myself between the cradle of her thighs. Looking up at me as I loomed over her, I made sure she could see me clearly before I spoke.
“It wouldn’t matter,” I declared. “You are healthy and you are strong. Your doctors gave you a clean bill of health, so I have no doubt that anatomically you are perfect. But it wouldn’t matter either way,” I repeated sternly.
“My love for you is not measured by the amount of sex we have, Maisy. If we discover that penetrative sex isn’t for you, then we get creative.
But don’t you ever think that whatever our sex life entails will be less or not enjoyable for me.
” I dropped my head down to touch noses with her.
“It’s you, baby. I’m with you because I love you, and I will gladly eat you out every day for the rest of our lives if that’s all you’re comfortable doing sexually. ”
Her cheeks flushed hotly. “I think… I think I need you to take control, Tangaloa. When I’m in control, I think too much.”
I did not ask her if she was certain. Reaching between us, I notched the head of my cock at her entrance. “I love you.”
Her smile at my words faltered as I pressed inside. I was careful, but even with stretching her, she was tight. She was so petite that my back was arched so we could be eye to eye. “Keep going,” she nearly shouted when I paused to give her time to adjust.
“Slow down, baby. I’ve only gotten the head inside. We got a long way to go before—”
But she gripped my shoulders where I was planked over her, lifted her hips, and practically slammed herself on my cock.
Holy fucking hell! “Lesū Kristo,” I breathed out, the vise of her tight core squeezing me. “Are you okay?”
Maisy nodded quickly, and though her nails were digging into my skin, I did not see pain on her face. “I won’t break,” she declared. Thrusting her chin up in the air, she challenged, “Now, are you going to make love to me or am I going to have to take control again?”
I couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped me. I reared back, pulling myself nearly all the way from her body, before slamming home again. “Perfect,” I assured her, so she never doubted herself again. “You’re fucking perfect, Maisy, and someday soon, I’m going to marry you.”