Haven #2
My heart is beating wildly in my chest, trying to get to his mouth, every part of me wanting to be sucked as thoroughly as he is loving on my nipple.
Breathing hard, he pops off that breast and switches to the other, but his thumb immediately curls in against my wet, aching tip. Now both of my breasts are getting his full attention, and my body finds a mind of its own. Like he’s worked me up enough that my base need takes over.
I’ve made myself come before, of course I have, but I’ve never had an orgasm from grinding and it’s a different kind of swirling, chaotic chase toward a peak I can sense more than see.
My thighs spread even wider. There’s a little part of me that’s worried that I’m getting too heavy on his lap, that I might hurt his erection, but even with his mouth full, he’s clearly urging me on.
I bow my head, leaning my forehead against the top of his, watching him pull my nipple against his tongue.
Only when he stops do I realize I was whining his name, over and over again.
“What do you need?” He cups my face, his mouth finding mine. Kissing me in between checking in. “I want to get you off. However you like.”
“It’s good.” I sound drunk. My words are slurring, and I’m clinging to him. “Just need more.”
He lifts his hips, his thighs rocking under my butt, changing the angle, and the seam of my jeans presses my clit from a new angle.
“Oh!” I grab his shoulders.
“Yeah?” He does exactly the same thing again, watching my face carefully. “You’re gorgeous like this, Haven. So pretty when you let yourself feel this good. I can’t wait to see you come. Are you going to let me in on that secret? How beautiful you are when you get there?”
I’m shaking, I’m so close. My clit is needy, throbbing.
Cash moves beneath me, dry humping me with the confidence of a man who believes he can do anything, and he’s not wrong.
His thumb and forefinger find my nipple again, and his mouth catches mine. The last thing I hear is him saying, “Fucking perfect raspberry nipples” before I cry out into his mouth, before I’m shattering and he’s whispering that I did it, and swallowing my panting surprise.
The orgasm splinters across my body like sharps of crystal, radiating pleasure in all directions, sharp and bright. It’s different with a man, I think dimly.
It’s different with this man. He’s so big under me, so strong and sexy. I’ve only ever had lonely orgasms that feel good, nice, perfunctory. Efficient.
This release cascades through me, incredibly indulgent and endless as he rolls his erection against my clit over and over again. Giving me more pleasure, so much pleasure.
I was innocent before.
I’m not any longer.
He was talking about pleasure, and he delivered pleasure. More than I knew to ask for. But he knew. He knew I would want more than just to look at his erection.
“How did you know that would feel so good?” I ask it drowsily, still leaning heavily on him.
But Cash understands. “Because I know what I want when I kiss you.”
“You want this?”
“Exactly this. Every time. And if it never happened, that would have been okay, but I’m so glad it did. You’re so pretty when you fly like that.”
“It did feel like flying.” I laugh a little. “So good. Different than when I do it myself”
He grins at me. “I’d like to see that, too. Maybe another lesson. You could teach me something.”
I take a deep breath, then slowly peel myself up and sit back on the sturdy cradle of his thighs. “What about you?”
“That was more than enough, I promise. I enjoyed that a lot. Another minute of you grinding and you might have made me come in my pants, pretty girl.”
I blush.
He rubs the pad of his thumb against my cheek. “Another time, maybe. You can make a mess in my pants any time you want. You just might one day, if you kiss me long enough. But now…I’m good. Promise.”
“No, no, no. You said you’d show me…”
“Yeah?” He licks his lips again, his eyes wild now. “You still want to see how hard you make me?”
I nod desperately.
“Then get on your knees for me. Right in front of me.”
I scramble off him, limbs still twitching, nerves rioting.
He spreads his legs wide and gives me a throw pillow to kneel on.
Then he crosses his arms behind his head and nods toward his crotch. “Unzip me, then. You want to see it, you need to take it out.”
I flatten my hands against his thighs. The muscles bunch and jump against my touch.
I flex my fingers, then slide them up to his hips.
His body is taut, warm, and surprisingly responsive.
When I ghost my fingertips onto the bulge that curves to the right, he groans under his breath and jerks his hips up before snapping them back.
Like he’s trying very hard to hold still.
“You’re being very good,” I say. It feels silly.
But there’s nothing silly in his hot, aroused gaze, or the hard throb of his erection under my hand.
“Always,” he promises, and it feels more profound than it should for a wham bam thank you ma’am sex lesson.
I hold my breath as I drag my fingers higher, up the visible ridge of his shaft. His erection is long and thick, pointing down and to the right. I imagine it pulsing like my own body still is. Does he feel it against his thigh?
When I reach the root, it’s behind his fly, tenting it up, so I trace that to the button on his jeans—tight against his skin. The bare skin of his belly, covered in soft, curly hair.
My fingers jump at the contact, the warm furriness a surprise, but I reach back as quickly as I yanked my hand away.
He watches silently, his lips parted, his eyes hot as I wriggle my fingers under his waistband and get the button undone.
He exhales in obvious relief when I unzip his fly.
“Feel better?” I ask.
His tongue jams between his teeth and he grunts. “It’ll feel even better when you touch me.”
I smile. “I can’t wait.”
“You are waiting.”
“Because it’s fun.” I’m drunk on power now, watching his erection rise against the cotton of his underwear.
He was right.
It is getting bigger.
“Your greedy eyes on it feel pretty good.” He exhales roughly. “I’ll be patient, Haven, but any time—”
I grab the elastic waistband of his underwear and lift it up, carefully revealing a thick, long, beautiful shaft that rises on its own from a soft bed of dark hair.
“Oh my word,” I breathe. My fingers tighten on the waistband, unsure where to put it, but Cash takes over for me, sliding his hand under mine and pushing his underwear and jeans down together.
At the base of his cock, two tight testicles lay in a smooth, only lightly haired sac.
My mouth falls open.
Cash doesn’t make fun of me for my reaction.
He just waits, and lets me look. Exactly what I asked for. He’s given me a lot more than that tonight, but this moment—this feels as purely a sex lesson as a girl could ever ask for.
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper as I reach for him.
The low, guttural exhale he lets out when I wrap my fingers around his shaft is a sound I will never, ever forget. His skin is so smooth, soft stretched over hard flesh, so hard, and so, so hot.
“Wouldn’t last long if you stroked him a little.” Cash’s whole chest rises and falls. “You want me to show you?”
His hand covers mine, his calloused fingers sending electric shocks in all directions as he tightens and shifts my grip.
The skin moves on top of the shaft, more range than I expected, and on the upward squeeze, his foreskin curves up around the flared crown.
When he pulls our hands down, the foreskin retracts, revealing a dark pink ridge around the head of his shaft.
All of it is incredible.
“That’s it. You’ve got it. Fuck, that feels incredible.”
He lets go of my hand, letting me stroke him freely.
I lean in and my breath must reach his bare flesh, because his hips jerk and he plants his fingers against his thighs. Like he’s trying to hold himself down.
“Haven, it’s gonna get messy— Just, oh fuck, yeah, don’t stop stroking, your fingers feel so good. Thank you, thank you, fuuuckkk….”
His legs tense on either side of me and he groans, low and long, as a startling spurt of his release arcs in the air, going up further than I expected and then coming down on my hand.
I laugh, breathlessly, and he groans again as the next stripe of white goes up onto his belly, making a mess on the hair there, dripping down immediately.
“Okay, okay…” He covers my hand with his and slows my stroking. “He’s sensitive now. But you’re so good. That was perfect. Fuck. Yes. I hope you liked that lesson, school is adjourned now.”
And then we’re both laughing.
“Do you need a wash cloth?” I push myself to my feet.
He catches my wrist and holds me still as he joins me standing. “We can clean up together,” he murmurs before he kisses me roughly. “You don’t need to tend to me.”
I don’t think I’d mind, but it’s nice that he wants to follow me to the bathroom. I show him where the washcloths are, and he’s shameless about running warm water and cleaning up.
His cock softens, but it’s still not small as he tucks it way in his underwear and zips up his jeans.
Then he leans against the bathroom door. “You want to get ready for bed and then we can cuddle for a bit? That’s a big thing you just did.”
I glance at his pants. “It was pretty big, yeah.”
He groans. “Good one. But I’m serious. I don’t want you to think I’d just take a handjob and then jet.”
I duck my head, not wanting to admit how good it feels to hear him say that.
That’s not something we negotiated.
But I like it anyway.
I like it a lot.
I like it so, so much, something in my chest takes flight. And I can’t let that something fly too high, but just for tonight, I’m going to let it flap its wings, because what we just did was special and perfect and I refuse to think any thoughts that might diminish how good I feel right now.