Chapter 14 #4
“Oh fuck, you just had to be a fuckin’ guitar player. The way you’re touching me is fuckin’ insane right now,” she whimpered, squeezing on my forearm. “Graham, baby. You are so fuckin’ sexy,” she said with a bite to her lip, releasing it when I leaned in to claim them.
“I love seeing you this way. Desperate to come for me. You’re so beautiful when you don’t care how needy you look. Look at you…I bet that you so badly want to come all over my fingers, don’t you?”
Teasing her gently, I’d get her close enough to lose her mind, just to stop and start over again.
I’d taken her to a place I’d never seen her before, a place that was more vulnerable.
Hearing her beg me, I finally gave in and allowed her to collapse on my hand, her climax transforming her into a helpless state, as she pleaded for a break.
“Mmm…that was nothing short of magnificent,” I admitted, combing my hair out of my face. She laughed, almost embarrassed.
“What did you like about it?” she wondered.
“Honestly? How humbling it is to have access to your body. It felt like I was touching you like normal, but being forced to sit with it without it progressing into something my body experienced, made me hyper aware of the changes you go through. Like from assertive to compliant. Strong to weak.”
“It’s hard for me to come from fingering alone unless I’m doing it myself but fuck, that was nice. The dirty talk was a nice touch. If you can be rougher next time, like a hand over my throat or a bite to my nipples, you might have to expect me to sneak one on you.”
“I'd like to learn you a bit better before I'm comfortable leaning into rough handling. I grew up with sisters, so I was always aware of my strength over a woman. It’s hard to overcome the idea of hurting you, but the more I learn you, I’m sure we can work up to that.”
“I can work with that. I appreciate you wanting to be comfortable before you try something different. The hardest thing dealing with someone is when they think they know everything, and think because they’ve fucked one person that they're an expert on your body. Even with me, I’m still learning what you like too,” she admitted.
“That's the difference between me and some other bloke. I want to know everything when it comes to your body,” I said, purring deep into a kiss.
“Before we ended the night, I wanted to try something on you, if you didn't mind.”
“Please...” I insisted, as Jacqueline walked over to grab something from her overnight bag and joined me back on the bed.
“Lay back, please,” she cooed.
“Yes, ma'am,” I followed, lying on my back. Jaq outstretched one of my arms, securing my wrist in a restraint, as she crawled over on the other side of the bed to do the same to my other wrist. All I could do was smile.
“We are going to work on your edging. Not to increase the weight of the climax, which that tends to do, but to see how long you can hold out when it's being asked of you.”
“Aww man, I fear I'll fail the moment you touch me,” I laughed.
“There's no right or wrong way. No passing or failing, only trying. Do you think you can hold out for me?” She purred.
“Yes, ma'am.” The light hair on my skin raising when she started kissing the thickest part of my thighs. I wasn’t even breathing.
“Don't hold your breath,” she challenged, noting my puffed up cheeks.
“Okay—”
“Okay?” she questioned.
“Yes, ma'am,” I said with a bite to my lip, as she proceeded to reach under my bum, and pulled me out of my underwear.
One relief, despite having sensory issues, was her light touches didn't bother me.
It was what kept me from thinking I was on the spectrum for so long that those little tickles against the skin weren't excruciating.
Putting my dick in someone's mouth, unsurprisingly was.
“Mmm...” I sat up, trying catch my breath.
“You okay, baby?”
“Mmmhmm…” I nodded, trying to think of anything other than how good it felt to have my dick in her mouth.
“Can you hold that a little longer, baby?” she asked, kissing, licking and looking like a fuckin’ vixen teasing the frenulum of my cock against her tongue.
“Yes, ma'am,” I groaned through gritted teeth, but she caught me off guard when she started taking me deeper, putting more pressure to her stroking.
“You doing okay?”
“Yeah, fuck! Can we just slow down a bit? That's too much, too soon,” I admitted.
“Mmm, I'll slow down for you,” she said, switching between light licks and kisses to the head.
The view was indeed, delightful, but in short, I could hold out a little longer.
I realized how privileged it was to just climax when I wanted to.
Being brought to the brink just to start over was torture.
This had to be why the reason why an orgasm was nicknamed a little death, because you've died a little every time, even when you couldn’t reach it.
“You're doing so good, Graham. I thought you would have given in by now.”
“I want you to see how good I can be,” I smiled.
“You're being such a good boy.” At that, my body jerked.
“You telling me that makes me want to come so fuckin’ bad,” I cried.
“Should I give you permission to come?”
“If you'd really like to reward me, I'd love it if I could fuck you,” I admitted, feeling like I could hold out.
“Do you think you earned fucking this pussy?”
“No, but let me show you it's worth it,” I laughed, exhausted.
“Okay, then you better make it worth it for me,” she flirted, untying each of my wrists as I went in for the kill, pinning her on her stomach to feast between her lovely thighs. She smelled divine, her scent informing me she was aroused and ready.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” I whispered in her ear, lowering back to kiss each cheek of her bum, then turning her over to face me.
“I want you to fuck me hard…” she leaned into kiss me. “Mmm… and slow,” she said, as I lifted her onto my lap, and she gyrated against my privates. She looked so pretty taking what she wanted, even more so when she couldn’t take it anymore and lowered herself on my length.
“Oh fuck, Jaq. You’re so wet right now,” I groaned, clamping my eyes shut to focus on anything that didn’t involve how good it felt to be inside her.
The blend of our hips meeting, shared breathing and creaking of the bed made our lovemaking a simple symphony, a mixture of chaos and calm.
“Mmm…the level of restraint I've shown by not taking off your bra,” I smiled, then gasped. “You're so fucking beautiful right now.” As I met each lowered inch with a thrust of my own.
We touched and teased, taking turns letting each other lead. I couldn't even tell how long we'd been going at it, because we'd never gone this long without one of us surrendering.
“I want you to come for me,” I coaxed her, ignoring my own release. She leaned slightly forward, grinding her body up against mine, obeying my light commands to just let go. Seeing her like this was different in a way. Seeing her this way was special.
“Come on, baby, come for me. You look so pretty when you come for me,” I encouraged, her movement quickening as her breathing got heavier. She took my face in her hands, letting me witness her undoing with a front row seat.
“Oh, Graham,” her voice cracked, and adopted a pained expression before her body went limp. We sat there in a long bout of silence, her change in heartbeat beating calmingly yet loudly against my chest.
“That was nice. Everything okay?” she checked in, content with my nod as a reply.
“Did you come?”
“No,” I admitted. “But I’m earnestly proud of myself for not giving into my body's carnal urges. I think…I was trying to prove to myself that I can center you without needing a release in return. I always finish and I wanted to know what it was like not to, just to give you the experience you deserve every time we make love. It’s nice studying what it takes to get you there. ”
She kissed me on the nose, slowly rising off my hips, as she then traced her lips back to my chest and midsection.
“Would you like for me to make you come?”
“Yes, please,” I laughed, relieved that she wasted no time taking me into her mouth. I wanted to come so bad, I wasted no time letting her skills take me there.
“Jeez, I can't believe it's 3 o'clock in the morning,” I laughed, glancing at my phone screen before pulling the covers over both of us.
“Sorry if you have to get up early.”
“I still have to give you that morning head I promised,” leaning to give her a sweet kiss, that managed to turn into one long deep kiss.
“I feel like I should sleep over more often,” she purred, cuddling up with me like nothing else mattered.