I’m not mad about it.
His fingers tweak my nipple, and my hips jerk forward, pressing our dicks together. He smiles into my mouth and then sucks on my lip as his fingers slide down my torso again. This time, they don’t stop until they’ve dipped below the waistline of my shorts.
His grip on me is confident. Strong. Immediately taking me under his control and making me groan as he tugs on me. Since yesterday when I jerked him on the chair, we’ve done this half a dozen times and counting. Yes, in the last twenty-four hours, we’ve gotten off more than we have in the last six months.
Well, with someone else involved, anyway.
There are still moments when we laugh and fumble. We’ve learned that especially when we’re both naked, it gets a little…awkward isn’t the right word. Overwhelming, maybe. It feels like there’s a lot of pressure.
I remind us both that we’re still new to this. New to each other in this way and new to being with a guy. We deserve to allow ourselves some patience. Wearen’tin a hurry to get this right. Despite our calendar reminders, our only real assignment is to enjoy each other.
That usually does the trick the couple times I’ve said it. We also allow one person at a time to explore and touch and jerk while the other one enjoys their touch and orgasm.Andwe’re not both naked anymore.
At least, not yet. I’m confident it’ll come. Probably quicker than I think it will. We’re definitely not in a hurry, but we’re horny as fuck and found a new outlet that we not only enjoy, but we can do together.
Keno gently bites my lip, and I groan. My fingers dig into his hips as I jerk forward into his hand. He chuckles.
“You really like being touched, don’t you?”
“Yes.” Why pretend otherwise?
“Is it my touch or just touch in general?”
“Both,” I tell him. “I’ve always enjoyed being touched, but your touch is… maddeningly intoxicating.”
He likes my answer. His mouth covers mine, sealing in my sounds as he devours me. Kissing me hard and deep. Meanwhile, he drops his other hand and grips my balls. I can’t decide if I’m more turned on by the way he gently squeezes them or how expertly he’s jerking me.
The way heat floods my body, sending my arousal screaming in my ears like a train whistle, has me moaning loudly into his mouth. He doesn’t give me breath. He doesn’t slow down. Instead, he plays my body like a puck until I lose it and come all over him.
Keno milks me until I grip his wrist to stop him. There’s a very fine line between emptying your dick and discomfort from being oversensitive. His cum-covered hand comes up, tangling in my hair as he continues to kiss me until black dots obscure my vision.
Then he releases my mouth. However, for the first time, he continues spreading kisses over my skin. My face, my jaw, my neck. He sucks on my collarbone while I catch my breath.
“You know what?” he asks, his hot breath puffing against my damp skin.
I shake my head.
“This is hotter than anything I’ve done before.”
I nod.
“Why?” I can hear the perplexed tone in his question.
“I was just thinking that earlier. I kind of wonder if we’ve subconsciously been attracted to each other this entire time. Subconsciously in love with each other.”
Keno doesn’t respond as he continues to kiss me wherever he can reach until he’s back at my mouth. This time, his kiss is slow and sweet and… intimate. Not filled with lust and hunger, but with something more personal.
“I feel like I should be less nervous, then,” Keno admits.
“Nah,” I disagree. “I think this is going just how it needs to be. There’s nothing wrong with being nervous, Keno. I’m nervous too. I think it’s more meaningful to be nervous and not let that stop us because wewantto do this and being afraid of something new between us isn’t a bad thing. Neither of us wants to lose what we already have, and itisa risk changing it when we aren’t guaranteed of the outcome.”
“It’s come easier once we got past the initial fear,” Keno says, nodding subtly. “I think you’re right about the subconscious thing, too. When you brought it up, my concern was never being married to you and spending my life with you. My answer to thatpart was an immediate yes. But the only thing I could think of was ‘what if he hates sex with me?’”
“What if you hate it with me?” I counter.
He rolls his eyes. “You know what I’m saying and yes, that question followed a day later.”
“I think, so far, we can agree that sex together isn’t bad.”
