Slowly. I’m not in a hurry to get off. Even though it’s been ages, I like to enjoy my orgasms. I like to feel them build. To feel the way my heart speeds up. My breathing becomes harsher, more exaggerated. How my body burns and shakes with need.
I stroke slowly, dropping my hand to grip my balls now and then. Feeling the way my cock feels like a fleshy rod, hard but not steely. My smooth cockhead under my thumb.
The need in my gut grows with the build of my arousal. I bring the head of my wand under my balls and press it to my taint before turning it on. The vibration that shudders through my body makes my back arch and I groan.
A wave of heat fills me, making me break out into an instant sweat. My dick leaks. A string of precum connects my slit to my stomach as I gasp. But it’s not enough. I need more. I need to feel it everywhere.
I hate the feel of my own fingers in my ass. I’ve learned to prep with whatever toy I want to ride. It’s a matter of enough lube and patience. Besides, I don’t hate the burn of the stretch as long as it doesn’t cross into painful.
Turning my wand off, I drop it beside me and reach for my six-incher. It’s the smallest one I brought, and I did so specifically for times like this. I can go months without feeling the urge to actually get off, despite the way my cock acts when I first open my eyes in the morning.
That’s a natural, biological reaction. It’snotactual need.
Because I feel awkward fingering myself and it puts a huge stop in the middle of my play—and I don’t like other people touching me either—this is my compromise. A small-ish cock.
My hands shaking with need, I get a messily lubed-up cock in position, with its base wedged against the pillow and its head pressed to my hole. There are days when I wish I had longer arms to help this along. I can usually figure out everything else once I get started, but these first moments are nothing but pure frustration. Especially for the first time after months without an orgasm.
With the right angle and pressure, I manage to breach my hole. A gasp escapes me and I shiver as I slowly bear down on it. With every slow centimeter that drives its way in, my breath becomes more and more stuttered.
Once I’m reasonably convinced that the pillow is going to keep it where I want it, along with the help of the position I’m in, I grab my dick and magic wand again and get back to work. As soon as I turn the wand back on, a burst of electric arousal surges through me and I gasp loudly.
Instinctively, my body bears down on the dick, making it enter deeper inside. Which means the pleasure of impaling myself on it comes with a satisfying burn and stretch. It takes my breath away as I reflexively begin working myself on it.
I’m not quiet. I’m not sure I could convince myself to be quiet as my orgasm builds bigger and bigger. I shake my head from side to side as I get closer. It’s going to be abrupt. It’s going to be intense. I drive my ass down on the dick over and over, digging my heels into the bed on either side of the pillow, making sure that fucking cock doesn’t move.
There’s nothing worse than edging myself unintentionally.
I’m not sure what makes me do it, but I move my eyes from the spot on the ceiling and look at the door. It’s open and Julianis standing there. I gasp at the sight of him. A fresh wave of desperate need rushes through me and I moan loudly.
“Sorry,” Julian says, reaching for the handle.
I shake my head. “Stay,” I blurt and then squeeze my eyes shut as my orgasm is about to reach its zenith. “I’m coming. Please stay.”
I’m not sure if he does. I’m overcome with my orgasm as it rushes out of me. I rock my ass clumsily on the dildo, and the vibration almost instantly becomes too much, but I don’t move it away as it makes my orgasm intense. Not painful, but… forceful.
I’m brought to the point where I literally struggle to take a breath and I pull the wand away with a jerky motion. My lungs are still stuck for several seconds as I stare at Julian through wet eyes.
Finally, I suck in a breath and let the dick fall out of my hole. I’mcoveredin cum and lube as I stare at him. “Sorry,” I whisper. I’m filled with horror that maybe I just crossed a line. I shouldn’t have asked him to stay.
I didn’t even ask. I practically pleaded.
Julian’s head lowers, but his eyes don’t leave mine. For a minute, neither of us moves. The room feels thick. The moment heavy.
The tension breaks as Julian walks into the room. I watch as he disappears into the bathroom and returns a minute later with a wet cloth and a dry towel. Then he’s standing over me while I’m chewing my lip, unsure what to do or say.
“Can I clean you?” Julian asks.
I close my eyes as relief floods me, and I nod. “Yes,” I whisper.
He leans down and presses his lips to the skin just in front of my ear. “That was beautiful, Arush,” he murmurs.
Oh fuck. This man is just… perfection.
CHAPTER 19
JULIAN
“Welcome to El-Mozhra.Enemy movement is high in the A.O. Stick together.”
