“What do you want, Emma?” I ask, unbuttoning my shirt pulling it from my shoulders.
“I don’t know,” she says, a tremor in her voice that wasn’t there before.
I slide off her panties slowly, waiting for her to tell me to stop, but she doesn’t.
She is bare beneath them. I already knew, have seen her naked a hundred times, only somehow this is different.
“Bend your knees and make sure you are comfortable.” I barely recognize my voice.
She does as I ask, not covering herself as I expected she might. Perhaps not feeling like she has to in the darkness. I climb onto the bed and settle with my shoulders between her thighs.
When my mouth closes over her center, she lets out a sound of surprised shock. Her hands slap against her thighs and her hips buck. I keep still, wait for her to catch up with what’s happening, then I swipe my tongue over her slit.
I suck and lick at her until she is writhing over the sheets. The sounds turn from surprise into something more guttural, more primal, as I work her pussy with my mouth. My cock aches to be freed from the confines of my trousers, my balls begging for a release they’ve been chasing for far too long.
I wouldn’t let myself come. Not for eighteen months. And I won’t give in now.
She shatters when I press my tongue against her clit. She presses down against my face, grinding through her orgasm as I feel her pussy clench against my mouth.
A small, quick gush of her arousal fills my mouth and I swallow it down, relishing the taste of her.
Emma
I daren’t move in case it breaks the silence. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my throat, but I don't let it stop me.
The room is dim, shadows playing across the walls from the tiniest amount of moonlight slipping through the curtains, and Avros is still there between my legs, his silhouette solid and unmoving, his breath warm against the apex of my thighs.
I've never done this before, never even come close, and now I feel like my world has shattered and rebuilt in the space of his mouth touching methere.
Inside, everything's a whirlwind. I feel so relaxed, but I want more. I want more of this, more of him, more of whatever that just was.
He begins to move slowly away from me. I reach out, but I miss him and grab empty space instead.
“Don’t go,” I say, my throat hoarse from the way he just made me scream. “I need more,” I confess. “Please.”
I can see the dark outline of the tattoos on his chest. The width of his broad shoulder. I know he is looking at me. I would ask what he was thinking if I thought the answer was safe.
“I can’t give you more, Emma. It’s been too long.” His words sound almost pained.
“What do you mean?” I ask, suddenly feeling like I should cover myself up even though the room is still dark.
“I haven’t let myself come in a year and a half. At first, I would get myself right to the edge, savour it, knowing that I’d be with you soon. But then time went on and after a while it didn’t matter how close I got, I couldn’t finish. I get hard, my cock aches for you, my balls are heavy all the time and desperate to empty…I don’t know what it will be like when we finally have sex. But your first time…” He trails off and I don’t press for an explanation. I’m not sure I’d understand it if he gave one.
“Oh,” I say, not sure what to make of it all. Then, “Can I touch you?”
His breath sound like its being torn from him, but he steps closer to the bed. I lift my hand and press against the front of his trousers, feeling the hot, thick length of him.
“Without clothes on,” I add, turning to face him more comfortably.
He hesitates briefly, like he isn’t sure it’s a good idea. Then his belt clatters as he undoes it, and the sound of fabric falling in a pile punctuates the darkness.
I take him in my hand, fumbling my way around him. Feeling the weight of his balls in my hand.
“It feels really big,” I say after a while of stroking him and he groans. I move one hand over his stomach, the fine hair there tickling my fingers.
There’s a moisture at the tip, I stroke over it with my thumb and his hips thrust forward.
“Sorry,” he mutters, moving my hands away.
