I slide my fingers out of her soaked pussy, leaning back on my heels. I want to taste her so bad, but I don’t deserve the satisfaction. She faked an orgasm. I don’t deserve to taste her until I can make her come for real.
When she opens her eyes, she looks almost guilty.
“You faked it,” I say, letting my sadness seep into my words.
“What?” She sits up, covering her breasts with her arm.
“You faked your orgasm. You didn’t come. Was itsomething I did? Communication is one of the most important things about sex, Hannah.”
She shrinks into her skin, and for a moment, I feel bad for calling her out, but I need to know.
“It wasn’t you,” she murmurs.
“Then what was it?”
“I’m defective,” she mumbles. “I was taking too long, and I started overthinking. You shouldn’t have had to do that for so long without me coming. I should have been quicker.”
“That’s bullshit,” I state, scooting between her legs again. “I will stay down there as long as it takes, Hannah. Whether I am using my fingers or my mouth, I won’t stop until you come.”
“I can’t expect you to stay down there that long?—”
“You can and you will,” I interrupt her. An idea pops into my brain, something I’ve never done before, but am willing to try. “Show me.”
Hannah pushes herself up, scooting back into the couch, covering her beautiful body with her arms. “What do you mean?”
“Show me what you like, and I’ll show you what I like. Make yourself come, and I’ll do the same.”
She furrows her brow and shakes her head abruptly. “No, I can’t do that.”
“Why not?” I genuinely ask, scooting closer to her again. “If you show me what you like, then I’ll know for next time what you like, and how to make you feel good.”
“You were making me feel good, Thomas, I got into my head, that’s all.”
“Show me anyway,” I murmur, my cock throbbing in my boxers as she lays back again.
I can tell she’s thinking about it, her body isn’t as tense as it was a moment ago.
“You—You’ll do it too?”
“Fuck yes,” I confirm. “I’ll even start if you want.”
She nods rapidly, her wide blue eyes darting from mine to the bulge in my pants.
I lean forward, taking her lips in a quick kiss. I need one last taste of her if I’m not going to be able to touch her while doing this. I’ll do anything she needs to be comfortable, and if taking a step back before we take another step forward is what she needs, then I’m happy to oblige.
When I pull back, her pupils are blown, and I think she’s growing fonder of the idea with each passing second. I lean back onto my heels on the couch, moving my hand to grip my hard length through my boxers. I don’t miss the shaky inhale of her breath as I do, or the way her eyes widen. It’s hot as fuck to know that I have this effect on her.
I squeeze my cock harder, moving up my shaft as I do, then without waiting another second, I’m standing up off of the couch, shucking my boxer briefs down my legs and onto the floor. Hannah’s eyes never leave my body with each movement, her mouth parted slightly as she breathes. She’s still covering her body with her arms, her legs pressed shut, but my god if she isn’t stunning like this. I settle back onto the couch, taking my cock in my palm again.
I move slowly, twisting my grip as I pump my cock the way I like. Her eyes are zeroed in on my hand, watching each movement with a calculating gaze. It’s hot to see how intrigued she is by it all.
I continue to stroke myself, letting out soft groans as I do. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.
Hannah’s lustful gaze holds mine, and I watch as her body slowly relaxes too. Her fingers start to play with herpointed nipples, her legs falling open as she pushes aside her underwear and shows me her glistening cunt.
“Fuck, Hannah,” I groan, tugging harshly on my cock. “You’re perfect. Look at that pretty pussy.”
Hannah gasps, her fingers sliding down her body to circle her clit slowly, gathering her wetness and dragging it back to the little nub.
