Chapter Thirty
Ifelt like I’d waited my entire life for this moment, and now it was here, I was starting to worry that I’d let her down.
I guess performance fears are normal with men, but I felt like there was extra pressure on this moment, because this could determine whether we became an us for the long term, versus me going off early and her picking someone else. A real man, for example.
I set her down on the bed, still wrapped in her towel, and then I backed up, smoothing my hand over my hair as I took in every detail. Her long dark hair, her creamy skin, the blush in her cheeks, her gorgeous green eyes practically sparkling at me.
“It’s okay to be nervous, Stag, but you don’t need to be. I want this, and you can’t let me down.”
I chuckled, smoothing my hands over the towel around my waist, wanting to fucking man up and at the same time hide from her, because there would be no coming back from it if I couldn’t go the distance.
“Stag, I’m so horny. I want you.” Fuck me. Words I’d always wanted to hear from a woman, and her, for it to be her, this is the most important moment of my life.
“What if…”
She tilted her head at me.
“Go on?”
“What if I go off early?”
She smiled gently, loosening the towel from around her sexy form.
“I’d take it as a compliment, and make you go down on me until you’re ready to go again.”
Jesus. That was hot as fuck. Did my cock just twitch beneath this towel? Fuck yeah. Was I coating it in pre-cum right now? Obviously.
Did I want to fuck her? More than anything.
Claudia pushed the towel apart completely, and spread her legs, sliding her fingers between them, to stroke herself.
Fuck. That was the sexist thing I’d ever seen.
I dropped to my knees, edging closer to watch as her fingers slid inside her, and then circled her clit as she moaned and rocked her hips.
If I was gonna go off early, it was going to be right now. Right in this moment.
I lifted my eyes to see her watching me, her tongue sliding over her lips, the mere sight making me want to jump straight into things, even while I was still praying that I’d do it right.
“Can… can I?” I reached for her hand and eased it from inside her, lifting her fingers to my face, taking a deep inhale of her scent.
The scent of my aroused woman. I dragged my tongue over her fingers, taking in that taste of her.
The sweet tang of my fucking woman’s pussy.
I sucked her fingers, drawing them deep into my mouth to wrap my tongue around them, my eyes never leaving hers.
She shuddered with need, her eyes falling half closed, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
She was so horny. She said it and I’m seeing it. Tasting it. She really wants me.
Like a savage beast, I tugged her hand from my mouth and pushed her legs apart, burying my face between them to lick at her.
To taste her directly from the source, to feel her pussy contracting around my tongue as I pushed it deep inside her.
There’s no better flavour in the world than this woman, and I never want to stop tongue-fucking her.
At least that was my plan, but Claudia’s fingers slid into my hair and tugged hard, forcing me to lift my head.
“You want me to stop?” I didn’t want to, fuck no, but if that’s what she wanted, that’s what would happen. I didn’t need some other fucker to remind me about consent.
“I want you to come here,” Claudia said as she leaned back and tugged me with her, dragging me up on top of her.
My towel came loose as I moved, and I reached for it, but she was pulling it away.
That’s what was happening. My woman, because she was mine, even if I didn’t have the balls to say it outright, was stripping me of the one thing keeping our naked bodies from sliding against each other.
Our skin was still damp, and, as our lips found each other, and fingers began exploring, I realised two things.
One, dampness didn’t exactly help our skin slide easily, and two, neither of us gave a damn about that.
Our kisses became frantic, our tongues practically fucking each other as our hands moved and the reality of this situation hit me. I was about to have sex for the first fucking time. She was naked, she was spread out on the bed with me on top of her, and she wanted me. It was happening at last.
Claudia slid one hand over my ass, grasping my cheek in one hand, and the other slid around the back of my head, with her taking over the kiss, commanding me with her touch. Showing me how she liked it, and something about that, about all of it, was sending me too close for comfort.
Fuck. I pulled back, shaking my head at her, and she simply smiled.
“It’s okay.”
Oh god. No, it’s not okay, it’s happening.
I’m about to fucking come all over her again.
Her eyes practically lit up, and she pushed me back, reaching for my cock and giving it one long stroke, sending fire-hot pleasure right back up my spine as I did what I feared.
My cum splatted all over her stomach and slid down her soft skin, as I rode the waves of pleasure, the delighted look on her face the only reason why I didn’t run from the room in shame.
“Fuck me…” I groaned, my head falling forward as the pleasure burned out my immediate strength, leaving me sagging over her. Her hand was still sliding over my cock, which seemed to want to remain at half mast, even though I’d just unloaded all over her.
“I liked it, Stag. That was so sexy. To see you so into what we’re doing that you couldn’t hold back. Look at me, please.”
I lifted my eyes, feeling my cheeks darkening with the blood that had returned from downstairs to flood my body, leaving embarrassment in its wake.
“I tried to hold back.”
“I didn’t want you to. I told you, this is something that I find really hot, it’s intense, it’s all about losing control. I don’t want you trying to control your pleasure, I want you to feel what you’re feeling. I want to feel it too.”
Shit. “I let you down. You didn’t get yours.”
Claudia simply smiled. “I will. For now, I’m getting to see you relaxed and at peace, and I like you that way. You’re just being you right now.”
Not sure who the hell I was the rest of the time, but if this pleased her, it would probably bode well for our future. Pretty sure going off early was going to be a thing with her.
Claudia tugged on my cock and I groaned, lifting my head because clearly I was sinking again.
“This isn’t a failure, Stag. This is pleasure. Didn’t it feel good?”
Fuck yes. But how do I not go off like that again? I hoped like fuck that it was true that it takes a bit more to get off second time around. I think I’m about to find out.
Claudia
It was adorable how he seemed ashamed of showing me his pleasure like that. Did it matter that he came before we got started? Not to me, but maybe to him. I’d help him learn that it was never shameful to feel pleasure. I’d make it my duty to do so.
“Come here,” I murmured, stroking his cock as he leaned closer to me again. His skin was so warm, completely dry now too. Mine? Well, it was covered in cum, but I was about to share that with him, just like he shared it with me.
“Move, sit on the bed.”
I moved with him as he rolled off me and sat up, glancing shamefully at my stomach as his cum rolled down my skin in sluggish beads.
“I like being coated in your pleasure, Stag. Any objections to me being on top now?”
I loved how he always seemed struck dumb by my very direct questions.
I think learning to live without hearing or speaking out loud very much had led to me using fewer words in general.
Why waste time on forming words that aren’t needed when every one takes effort with your hands?
I just learned not to beat around the bush.
“Stag, I’m going to ride you until you come inside me this time.”
His eyes closed and his head tipped back a little, his lips parting in what I hoped was a groan of need, of desperate desire.
“I’m on birth control, and I haven’t been with anyone in more than a year. I’m clean.”
His eyes popped open and he glanced down at my hand stroking his cock, which was firm and ready to go again. He lifted my chin gently, so I could see his response. Not the physical one my hand was encouraging, but the verbal one I’d have missed.
“I’m… obviously I’m clean. I mean, I assume I am. I must be, right?”
While he was frowning and pondering, I lifted my hips, angling his cock so I could drag my pussy over it, teasing the tip. Just the tip, as they say. He physically shuddered, his hands locking around my upper arms.
A quick glance at him showed me that he was very much watching me drag myself over his cock, and his lips were parted in a way that suggested he was gasping at the sensation. I hoped he was.
“Is this okay, Stag? You have to tell me you want me to ride you.”
His eyes shot back to mine and he nodded vigorously.
“Fuck yes. I’ve been waiting a lifetime for you.”