Chapter Twenty
HOLY FUCK. I was literally in shock, staring at the beautiful woman who just gave me my first fucking blowie, and swallowed my cum like it was her favourite damn flavour.
This is what life’s for. This fucking feeling, the elation, the way it never felt when I was jerking off, like there was another level of fucking orgasmic pleasure, and I just found it. It’s like levelling up, but in life.
“My god,” I gasped, staring into her gorgeous green eyes as she licked the corner of her lips and smiled at me. She was a goddess. She was my fucking gift, a reward I’d never earned, or been worthy of, but if someone tried to take her from me, I’d rip them apart to keep her.
“Was it good?” She asked, crawling up my body, so she was leaning over my face to smile at me.
I didn’t care that my dick was just in that sweet mouth, or that she probably tasted of my cum right now, I grabbed her head and pulled her closer to kiss her, my tongue surging deep, and tasting the saltiness of my own fucking release in her mouth.
My entire life had been spent waiting for this, for someone to see me, to actually see past all the stuff that made me unlikeable, unwanted, rejected. To see that I’m a person, that I’m right here, waiting to be loved.
Loved? It wasn’t just the orgasm talking. I’d been unable to think of anything but her for weeks. She was the one, and that’s why this was perfection.
“Stag?”
Claudia blinked at me, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting for something, for words from me. I wasn’t even sure I could utter any that’d make sense right now. My mind was still blown, just like my dick.
“Yeah? That was fucking amazing, love, thank you. Holy shit, thank you!”
She giggled, sliding her hands over my chest as she wriggled on top of me.
“I’m horny, Stag. I need you.”
Oh fuck. Did she mean… did she expect me to be able to fuck her right now? I wasn’t even sure if my legs worked yet!
She took my hand as I reached for her face and pressed it over her breast again, arching into my touch, and I took the hint for what it was, taking her other breast in my other hand, stroking and cupping their weight in my palms. As my skin brushed over her nipples she gasped, wriggling again against my stomach.
She was so horny, and I could see the flush in her cheeks, her neck, her chest, even. She was trembling just a touch, like she needed something to push her there, like she needed a little more, and it’d be enough.
“I… what do you want me to do?”
Claudia smiled, taking my hand and pressing it between her legs, the heat from her pussy sinking into my skin.
“Touch me, Stag. I’m so wet.”
Fuck me. I never dreamed we’d end up like this.
I mean, I hoped. Of course I hoped, but she was so fucking sexy and hot, and she wanted me.
My fingers, guided by hers, eased inside her, and the wetness and heat of her pussy made me moan as I pushed them deeper, rewarded by a low moan of pleasure from her.
I made her feel that. I made her feel good, and I wanted to do more of it.
I wanted to make her come. I wanted to see it, to feel it, and to fucking hear it.
Hell, I wanted to taste it, but for now, I let her show me how she liked to be touched, how she wanted my fingers sliding deep, and then retreating, teasing and circling, dipping deep again.
More circling. She seemed to like that more than the finger fucking, so I focused there, taking over, and watching her face, and her eyes in particular, as she wriggled and moaned, her hips moving against my fingers, like she needed them at a specific pace.
The moment when it rippled over her, the moment when her body arched and shuddered, her lips parting to moan softly as her pleasure peaked?
That was going to be my new favourite fucking wet dream.
It was going to fuel me for the rest of my damn life.
The way she looked when she came. The way she fucking rocked against my fingers and let me deliver pleasure exactly how she needed it.
How she took what she needed, teaching me her preferences along the way.
Claudia sagged against me, letting me hold her tight against me as her breathing slowly calmed back down and her skin started to feel chilled against my fingers. I dragged the covers around us, which wasn’t easy because we were mostly on top of them, but it gave her some coverage at least.
“I can’t believe you’re choosing me,” I murmured, knowing she wouldn’t hear me, knowing it was safe to say the stuff I didn’t want her hearing. She wasn’t necessarily choosing me for any longer than right now, but she’d already given me more than anyone had in my life.
“I never planned to wait to do these things, it just happened. I’m so glad I’m doing them with the woman I’m falling in love with,” I whispered, a majorly coward act, because she couldn’t hear me, would never know, but somehow I just had to let it out.
I think originally I’d mistaken obsession for love, or maybe the two were simply so entwined that they always belonged together, kinda like we did.
Claudia
Ifell asleep draped over Stag, and I slept better than I’d slept in my life, especially since the deafness.
It’s one thing to know you can’t hear, but it’s quite another level of horror to know that the things you can’t hear could be the things that kill you.
Dramatic but true. Intruders, alarms, all those things.
Being wrapped in Stag’s arms meant I wasn’t even worried about him switching the lamp off and leaving us in darkness, because I knew he’d keep me safe. I knew he’d see and hear for both of us, and protect me from anything that came after us.
I felt a rumble beneath my face, which was pressed against his chest, like maybe he was speaking, and if he was, then he was doing that last night too.
Whatever he’d said would have been for his ears only, so I didn’t press him, or ask if he was speaking, because I knew he’d alert me if he needed to tell me something.
Like just now when his fingers stroked my cheek and lightly tapped my ear.
I lifted my head, blinking sluggishly in the low morning light that was brightening the room through the gap in the curtains.
“Morning,” Stag said, his eyes deliciously sleepy as he smiled at me. He looked as relaxed as I’d ever seen him, as relaxed as I felt after the best night’s sleep of my life.
“Hey. Did you sleep okay? I didn’t mean to be a human blanket.”
He grinned. “No complaints here. I like it. Think I’ve found my favourite way to sleep.”
I smiled back at him, feeling like all the weight that’d been piling on my shoulders over the last few months had just drifted away, like right now all that mattered was the man I was draped over, like a little closeness in the night wasn’t enough and full closeness was the goal.
“I should make some coffee,” I said finally, because staring at each other was becoming addictive, and we both needed to get moving, right?
Stag lifted a hand, smoothing my hair back from my face, and I sighed inwardly, because that meant I probably looked like a mad professor, and he was too sweet to say it. I reached up to try and tidy it, and he shook his head.
“Nah, leave it. It’s cute.”
Oh god. I sat up, narrowly missing his more delicate parts as I moved, even though they’d felt anything but delicate last night.
“I uh… I should shower or something.”
Stag moved, sliding out of the bed, and bending to grab his clothes, giving me a perfect view of his firm ass as he moved. I wanted to slap it, which was the most insane urge to have, when I had no idea if he’d like it or be horrified.
“Nice ass,” I said instead, and he shot up again like a rocket, one hand landing on it as he spun to try and hide it, inadvertently flashing me with a full frontal instead.
“Mmmm… nice cock…”
His cheeks flushed red and he lowered his jeans in front of him, bashful and adorable all in one go.
“I uh… coffee. I’ll make that coffee.”
“Stag, you don’t have to hide from me. I like all your parts. They’re very sexy.”
“Oh god.” He turned and hurried out of the room, one hand behind him to try and hide his butt from me.
There was something so cute and comical about it, like the fact that we’d got each other off last night was a reason for embarrassment, or my lips around that lovely cock hadn’t destroyed the boundaries of shyness between us.
A big sexy biker, for sure, but a sweet man-boy who wasn’t yet comfortable naked around me?
Also true. It’d take more time to teach him that being naked with me could be the best moments of his life.
I know we barely knew each other, but I wanted to make that happen.
I’d never felt so free, and secure, and confident.
He made me feel all those things, and they weren’t things I was ready to risk losing.
I think he’d probably told me, and shown me, things he’d never shared before too, and that meant he had to feel secure with me, free to be honest, confident that I wouldn’t laugh or shame him.
A grown man who hadn’t had sex yet? That was something special.
I’d be the first woman to experience that side of him.
I’d be the only woman. I really wanted to be the only woman for him.