“Always a first,” I said.
She looked back up at me, then looked down at my stiffness. She got the exact kind of wicked grin I loved to see on women, but on her especially, it was so invigorating.
“What’s the fastest you’ve ever come?” she asked, her eyes narrowing in on me.
“You’re not gonna make it happen that fast,” I said. “Probably when I was a teenager, maybe a minute or so.”
“Uh-huh,” she said. “But you’ve never had anyone like me work on you so quickly.”
I lifted my eyebrows.
“Sit down on the couch,” she commanded. “And let’s see how good you are at resisting.”
Well, this would be fun. Either I’d come early and, well, have come, or I’d get a prolonged, blissful blowjob. What was the worst that could happen?
I sat down, spread my legs, and immediately saw what Leigh’s strategy was. No slow playing it, just diving right in, stroking, slurping, humming, and sucking as quickly as she could. I had to admit, the first dozen or so seconds had me wondering if she could actually pull it off. It felt fucking incredible, far better than I’d anticipated, and the discrepancy almost caught me off guard.
Almost.
Luckily, I wasn’t a one-pump-and-done kind of guy. I knew how to give pleasure when I felt the girl deserved it. And I was not going to climax until I was at least inside of Leigh for a few minutes.
Leigh, to her credit, though—because again, I could not lose in this situation—kept upping the ante. When she realized speed wasn’t going to get me to budge, she tried moving slower and steadier, almost in a tantric pace. When she saw stroking wouldn’t work, she tried pressure. She was determined to make me orgasm.
It was an enjoyable game.
Finally, after what felt like a dozen minutes, Leigh finally came up for breath, looked me in the eye, and laughed.
“What the hell are you waiting for? This can’t feel good forever!”
I chuckled.
“Probably not, but you’re welcome to test that theory.”
Leigh playfully groaned.
“Why don’t you come straddle me?” I said. “Get on top and get some pleasure back. I might make you feel equally good.”
Should probably get a condom, though.
The closest one would have been in my jeans pocket. But I couldn’t reach it. And as Leigh smiled and climbed up on me, shoving her breasts in my face, I lost the ability to give a shit about putting it on. And if Leigh didn’t seem to mind, I didn’t. I was clean; I assumed she was too.
And as to pregnancy, well, there was always the pull—
“Oh, fuck!”
Leigh slid on me, getting me inside of her, and it became too late to think about putting a rubber on.There are worse things in life to miss out on. I’ll live.
She bounced on my dick, grinding her hips against me. I let her do the work for now; it seemed only fair that after I pleasure her and her not get anything for a bit, she’d decide how to get her own pleasure.
At some point, though, probably less than a minute in, as fun as it was massaging her breasts and kissing them, I wanted to be in a position of control. So I lifted her up, flipped her on her back, and drove right into her. And here, finally, I shut off the impulse not to come.
I didn’t come immediately, of course. No one pump here. But I did not care when I came any longer, and as a result, I could feel the tension rising in me, bit by bit, until it hit that point where I knew there was no fucking going back. I pulled out at the last second and came all over her stomach, firing one of the heaviest loads I could remember.
Leigh may not have gotten me to come fast, but she sure as hell had gotten me to come really fucking hard. And that wasn’t something most women could say.
When I finally finished, I instantly just wanted to collapse into that couch. Usually there was a period of admiration or enjoyment, but this one had knocked me so hard on my ass I just wanted to lay on the couch and sleep. Sleep until sunrise. Sleep…
Sleep until the problems of the outside world got taken care of.
