LIZ #2
After a moment of enjoying each other, he pulls away slightly, looking down at me and letting his eyes slowly wander all over my face. "I need to tell you something."
"Okay," I reply, letting him take my hand and lead me to his chair.
He tries to get me to sit, but I push him toward it instead.
When he's settled, I sit in his lap like I did Jae-un, straddling his legs.
Trying to hide his surprise, his hands move to the outsides of my thighs to keep me from falling off.
I can feel him growing hard beneath me as the skin of his fingers and palms brush against my legs.
When he doesn't immediately start talking, I ask, "Want me to sit on the bed instead?"
"No," he answers softly. "I like you where you are. I just feel like you should know that I've never been with a woman. Just in case I mess something up."
That place inside me swells at his confession. I'm not expecting it, for sure, but there's something to him trusting me enough with a piece of himself with that secret. "You won't mess anything up. Just go by one rule with me, okay?"
I wait for his calm nod before I ease my arms over his shoulders and add, "Don't ask if you should do something. If it feels right then do it."
"Like this?" he asks, bringing his hands up to the buttons on my borrowed shirt.
He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he undoes the few buttons that Jae-un left for him. I let my lips speak for me as they pull up into a smile. Slowly letting the shirt drift open, his eyes rake down my exposed skin, bringing a slight flush to his cheeks as he grows harder beneath me.
My head falls back as my eyes close when his hands come to my breasts.
His thumbs ever so gently caress my nipples into stiff peaks.
Leaning forward and shifting us a bit, he pulls one between his lips, teasing it with his tongue before moving to the other one.
My hands sink into the soft, silky threads of his hair at the back of his head.
As soon as he pulls away, I drop my mouth to his again to steal another kiss from him.
Running my hands down his neck and across his shoulders, I want more than anything to feel his skin against mine. Reaching between us, I lift his shirt slowly so that he has the option to stop me. Instead, he helps by lifting his arms above his head, letting me completely remove it.
He moans softly in my mouth as my hands roam over his naked back and then down his shoulders to his chest. Kissing a trail down my cheek, he stops at a spot on my neck, showering it with attention.
My hands find their way back into his hair to keep him there, and it's my turn to let out a soft moan.
"Liz," he whispers against my neck.
The sound vibrates all the way down to my core.
I want to let him take charge. I want to let him decide what happens tonight.
But I'm going to make this one for us, because I feel like he's asking for it without being able to ask for it.
Standing up from his lap, I step back a little and reach for his hand.
He doesn't hesitate to take it but stands slowly so that he can take in my body as he does, until he's at full height looking down at me.
My brain short circuits for a second as one corner of his lips slightly pulls up.
Leading him over to his bed, I stop as I get to it because he lets go of my hand to bring his own to my shoulders.
They remove the shirt that's been barely hanging on, letting it slip down my arms. He wraps an arm around my stomach as his lips drop to that spot between my neck and shoulder.
My head drops back as I absentmindedly rub myself against him.
Taking my own advice, I do what feels right without asking permission.
Turning in his arms, I lower myself until I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at him.
He brushes a piece of hair behind my ear, and I rub my cheek into his palm.
Without dropping our eye contact, I reach for the hem of his sweats and pull them down his hips, freeing him.
There's already a bit of moisture on the tip, so I lean forward and lick it off before pulling him between my lips.
He lets out this puff of air in surprise and locks one of his hands in my hair at the base of my neck.
Not using it to control me, it seems like it's more for his own stability than anything.
Catching me by surprise, he pulls away before dropping his sweats the rest of the way. He leans down, capturing my lips again as he forces me to lie back on his bed. Instead of following me down, he eases my panties off before covering my body with his.
I lose track of time as we enjoy the feel of each other as we steal the breath from the other's chest. We don't rush, waiting for the moment that he feels like he's ready. Just as he starts to ease in, he stops to look down at me before glancing at his desk.
"It's okay," I tell him, knowing he's thinking about protection. I'm on birth control, but that's not always effective and I really shouldn't risk it. But there's just something about this being his first time, and him choosing me. I want to feel him. I want him to feel me.
He hesitates for only a second before making up his mind and sliding the rest of the way in. I love the way he collapses against me before bringing himself up on his elbows.
"Sorry," he apologizes on a quiet murmur.
"For what?" I ask, running my fingers up his back. "I like the feel of your weight on me like that."
He lets out a soft groan as his hips begin to move. Pressing me into the mattress with the majority of his weight, he finds a rhythm that makes me want to tell him to hurry up and slow down all at the same time. I'm chasing it, but I don't want this to be over too soon.
I feel the sharpness of his teeth on that spot on my neck and it sends me right over. He groans as my body clenches down on him. Not a few seconds later, he jerks out, spilling himself all over my stomach.
After he finishes, his expression shifts to mortification, and he starts apologizing as he reaches for clothes on the floor. "I'm sorry."
"Hey," I say, stopping him from stressing and taking the soft grey sweatpants from him and repeating my earlier sentiment. "It's okay. I like it."
Helping me clean off, he carefully sets the pants back on the floor. I don't give him the chance to run away either, even though I don't think he'd planned on it. I'm not risking it. Pulling him down next to me, I cuddle into his chest as he wraps his arms around me.
He sighs deeply into my hair. We don't speak, but I don't feel like we need to. The moment is perfect in the quiet sounds of our breathing regulating.
Just as I start to doze, his low rumble wakes me right back up. "Would you stay with me tomorrow, too? Is that asking too much?"
For someone who I've physically witnessed putting all of his members and even me in front of himself, it makes me happier than words can explain that he's making a request for himself.
"I'd love to," I answer him quietly, kissing the tiniest divot in his chin and then his lips when he lowers them for me.