I stood up, and his eyes travelled over me again, hovering in the places I knew most men’s eyes would linger, and I knew I wanted to do the same to him. There was that little trail of hair working downward, and I wanted to see where it ended.
“Please, Harley. I want to see all of you.”
“Fuck. Okay, I’m doing this… I’m getting naked for you.” He rolled his eyes and shoved his jeans and underwear down, and there it was. He was darker skinned than me in the places that saw enough sunshine, even in a regularly overcast country like England, but the parts he’d just revealed had seen less sun, and were paler. His cock though… that’s where my eyes stayed. It was long, thick, stretching up from his groin, with dark hair around it.
“Oh god.”
“Want me to cover up?”
“No. I… oh my god, am I really doing this?” I stepped closer as I spoke, and my hands touched his chest again, feeling the coarse tangle of hair beneath my fingers.
“C… Caroline… I don’t want to worry you, but this… this is the most fucking edging I’ve been through in a long time, and I’m kinda primed to go off. I don’t want that happening until you’re getting what you need from me.”
I glanced down to stare at it again, my eyes being drawn there despite my conscious thoughts being more focused on what he was saying.
“It’s… it’s…”
“It’s pre-cum, babe. Nature’s lube. I uh… I just called you babe, didn’t I?”
I laughed, stepping closer until that part of him was touching my abdomen, feeling the heat emanating from it, as Harley groaned softly.
“I liked it. Call me it again if you like,” I whispered, and he grinned, cupping my cheeks and leaning down to kiss my lips.
“I really want to make love to you, babe. Do you still want that?”
I nodded, feeling the usual nerves and anxieties trying to overwhelm me, but I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted Harley. I wanted this on my terms, because we’d already come this far, and I wanted to see it through.
“Please. I… I’m scared, but I want to.”
Harley kissed me again. “I’ll be gentle, and I’ll go as slow as I can. Why don’t you get up on the bed, and lay back, so I can… are you gonna be okay with me on top?”
Why was it that it’d bother me if it was anyone but him? I nodded my head again, easing up onto the bed and watching as he crouched down, and dug something from his wallet, tossing it back down on his jeans.
“I… can I go down on you?”
I gasped, sitting up again. If he… if he put his mouth there, I wasn’t sure I’d want to kiss him. I wanted to know how it felt though.
“I… I don’t know.”
Harley smiled, tearing open the little packet in his hands, easing the condom over his cock. Oh my god. His cock. He was preparing it to go inside me.
“I said I’m on birth control, Harley?”
He nodded, approaching me slowly, one hand stroking his cock as he moved. The rhythmic motions were almost hypnotic, and I found myself watching as he moved.
“I’m not taking chances, Caroline. Remember why I have a daughter.”
Oh. Of course. Of course he’d want to be as careful as possible.
“Stop me if you need to.” He moved up on the bed onto his knees, and despite my lack of knowledge or experience, my legs instinctively parted to make room for him, and he groaned again.
“You know the first time can be uncomfortable or painful, right? I’ll do my best to make it worth it.”
He looked troubled as he focused between my legs, and dragged two fingers down over my abdomen down between my thighs. He… he was touching me. Really touching me, like intimately. As soon as he touched methere, I flinched and he stopped.
“If you’re not wet, it’ll…” he stopped speaking, sliding his fingers again as he grinned, “but that’s not a problem we’re having.”
His touch felt strange, but intoxicating. It went from this feels odd, to oh my god, he needs to do more of it. And the part that empowered me a little more? He said I was wet for him. My body knew what to do, it was just my weird conflicted mind that madeeverything so difficult. If I could silence my mind, I could give myself over to this.
