Chapter 33 Thomas
THOMAS
She’s faking it.
She was enjoying it. I could tell. The cries falling from her beautiful lips were about to make me come in my pants yet again, but then, something changed. She tenses, her body freezing as her cries turn into a fake sound that I never want to hear again.
She’s breathing heavily, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she pretends to orgasm. I know she was close, I could feel it, could tell with the sounds she was making, but what caused her to freeze up?
I slide my fingers out of her soaked pussy, leaning back on my heels. I want to taste her so bad, but I don’t deserve the satisfaction. She faked an orgasm. I don’t deserve to taste her until I can make her come for real.
When she opens her eyes, she looks almost guilty.
“You faked it,” I say, letting my sadness seep into my words.
“What?” She sits up, covering her breasts with her arm.
“You faked your orgasm. You didn’t come. Was it something I did? Communication is one of the most important things about sex, Hannah.”
She shrinks into her skin, and for a moment, I feel bad for calling her out, but I need to know.
“It wasn’t you,” she murmurs.
“Then what was it?”
“I’m defective,” she mumbles. “I was taking too long, and I started overthinking. You shouldn’t have had to do that for so long without me coming. I should have been quicker.”
“That’s bullshit,” I state, scooting between her legs again. “I will stay down there as long as it takes, Hannah. Whether I am using my fingers or my mouth, I won’t stop until you come.”
“I can’t expect you to stay down there that long—”
“You can and you will,” I interrupt her. An idea pops into my brain, something I’ve never done before, but am willing to try. “Show me.”
Hannah pushes herself up, scooting back into the couch, covering her beautiful body with her arms. “What do you mean?”
“Show me what you like, and I’ll show you what I like. Make yourself come, and I’ll do the same.”
She furrows her brow and shakes her head abruptly. “No, I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” I genuinely ask, scooting closer to her again. “If you show me what you like, then I’ll know for next time what you like, and how to make you feel good.”
“You were making me feel good, Thomas, I got into my head, that’s all.”
“Show me anyway,” I murmur, my cock throbbing in my boxers as she lays back again.
I can tell she’s thinking about it, her body isn’t as tense as it was a moment ago.
“You—You’ll do it too?”
“Fuck yes,” I confirm. “I’ll even start if you want.”
She nods rapidly, her wide blue eyes darting from mine to the bulge in my pants.
I lean forward, taking her lips in a quick kiss. I need one last taste of her if I’m not going to be able to touch her while doing this. I’ll do anything she needs to be comfortable, and if taking a step back before we take another step forward is what she needs, then I’m happy to oblige.
When I pull back, her pupils are blown, and I think she’s growing fonder of the idea with each passing second.
I lean back onto my heels on the couch, moving my hand to grip my hard length through my boxers.
I don’t miss the shaky inhale of her breath as I do, or the way her eyes widen.
It’s hot as fuck to know that I have this effect on her.
I squeeze my cock harder, moving up my shaft as I do, then without waiting another second, I’m standing up off of the couch, shucking my boxer briefs down my legs and onto the floor.
Hannah’s eyes never leave my body with each movement, her mouth parted slightly as she breathes.
She’s still covering her body with her arms, her legs pressed shut, but my god if she isn’t stunning like this.
I settle back onto the couch, taking my cock in my palm again.
I move slowly, twisting my grip as I pump my cock the way I like. Her eyes are zeroed in on my hand, watching each movement with a calculating gaze. It’s hot to see how intrigued she is by it all.
I continue to stroke myself, letting out soft groans as I do. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
Hannah’s lustful gaze holds mine, and I watch as her body slowly relaxes too. Her fingers start to play with her pointed nipples, her legs falling open as she pushes aside her underwear and shows me her glistening cunt.
“Fuck, Hannah,” I groan, tugging harshly on my cock. “You’re perfect. Look at that pretty pussy.”
Hannah gasps, her fingers sliding down her body to circle her clit slowly, gathering her wetness and dragging it back to the little nub.
“Thomas,” she cries, and I will never tire of hearing my name on her lips.
“That’s it, baby, show me what you like.”
I watch her fingers as she moves in perfect circles on her clit.
I feel like a student studying for a final exam, but this is more important than that.
This is everything. She’s growing more confident and I can hear the difference in the noises she was making before when she faked it, to now.
These are more breathless, less whiny, more… raw. Real.
My own climax tightens in my balls, but I won’t come until she does. I squeeze my balls, tightening my grip on my shaft, doing whatever I can to stave off my release.
Her fingers strum faster, pace quickening as she chases her orgasm. Eyes closing, her mouth drops open in a silent cry as she comes. I watch her body writhe as she moans lowly, eyes flying open to watch me.
I jerk my hand up and down as she watches closely, her chest heaving as she catches her breath.
I wait until her eyes are locked on my hands, and then I let myself go.
I don’t hold back from crying out her name as my climax hits, my cum spurting from my cock and landing on the couch between us, covering my hand and my thighs with it.
We catch our breath together, and I don’t move my gaze from her. She’s not covering her body anymore. Her legs are still splayed wide open, showing me her soaking pussy.
“How was that?” I ask, needing to know.
“It was perfect,” she admits. “It helped me get out of my head.”
“Good,” I murmur, leaning forward to cup her cheek with my clean hand, kissing her. I rise from the couch. “Stay there,” I tell her, and she doesn’t move as I head into the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it with warm water.
“May I?” I ask when I get back to the couch. She’s adjusted now, scooting back and closing her thighs.
“Yes,” she responds, her voice breathy and shaky.
I rest a hand on her knee, applying gentle pressure to open her legs for me. I clean her gently. Not that I got any cum on her, but it’s still nice to clean her. It’s another level of intimacy that I want with her.
“Better?” I ask when I’m done.
She nods, standing from the couch. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, baby.”
Hannah grabs her clothes from the ground and heads into the bathroom. I clean up the mess on the couch, hoping it doesn’t stain because I’m not sure how I’d explain that to Dottie and Ron.
A relaxing warmth spreads throughout my body, and I can’t wait to hold her in my arms again. I throw my own clothes back on, tossing the washcloth into the washer before I sit down on the couch.
A few minutes later, she comes out, a perfect pink flush covering her freckled cheeks and chest. “Come here, freckles.”
She strides to me, trying to hide the smile tugging at her lips. I pull her onto the couch and into my side, kissing the top of her head as she curls up into my body. I love this closeness, the way she melts into me.
“Was that okay?” I ask, running my hand up and down her arm.
“It was more than okay,” she replies. “Thank you. I don’t know how you knew what I needed, but it was amazing.”
“Good. I’m glad. We can do that again whenever you want. I agree, it was amazing.”
Hannah nods, then turns her head further into my chest. “Or we could do something else? Something… more?” she asks tentatively. She’s embarrassed, and she has no reason to be.
I reach down, taking her chin between my fingers, tilting her head to look at me. “Look at me, baby.”
Her blue orbs lock on mine. “We can do anything you want. Something more, something less, or something completely different. The options are endless.”
Hannah nods, and I can see the wheels turning in her brain as it comes up with ideas. I’m doing the same. I can’t wait to explore this new side of her, and explore it together as we become an us.