“Morning,” he replies, giving me a slight smile but sounding a little flat. He stares at me in a way that’s difficult to describe. It’s not that he looks angry, but he’s also definitely not happy. He seems almost... what’s the word?Méfiant. Suspicious.
“Qu’est-ce que c’est?” I whisper, asking him what’s the matter.
He gives a light shrug. “Nothing. It’s just that... last time, this was the part where you left.”
I stare at him, letting the words sink in. His expression has turned sad, and I hate seeing him look that way, especially if it’s because he’s afraid I’ll soon disappear again. There’s no hesitation in me now; I have to show him I’m serious. I have to prove I’m not going anywhere.
Slowly, I lift my hand to touch him. To my relief, he relaxes a little, so I drape my leg over his and shake my head. “I’m not going to leave,” I tell him. “No way.”
The idea alone is silly; I’m far too comfortable to get out of bed. I caress his belly and chest, running my fingers through his chest hair. He’s bigger and heavier than me in every way, and I love it. It makes me feel warm, safe, and protected. And he worships every part of my body, that much is clear. Whenever he sees me naked, he’s practically drooling—at my cock especially—and I must say, it definitely helps me to let go of the past.
“I’m perfectly happy where I am,” I add. It’s very true. I can’t think of a place I’d rather be than here with him. I just need to find a way to make him see that. If I set my mind to it, I’ll think of something. I know I will.
“What did I do wrong last time?” he suddenly asks me, surprising me with the loaded question. Guilt swarms through me. I must have hurt him more than I thought.
I bite my lip. “You didn’t do anything wrong,mon chéri. That was all me.” I press myself up, swing my leg over him, and sit on top of him, straddling him. “What can I do to make you believe that? To believe I’ll stay?”
To my satisfaction, he immediately wraps his arms around me. “Just stay like this for a while, that’ll help.”
I chuckle and shake my head, shifting my position to sit on his upper legs. “I’ll do better than that,” I tell him, giving him a wink before letting my eyes travel down to his crotch. How convenient that we’re still both completely naked. I catch his gaze again as I slowly bring my hand forward and wrap my fingers around his cock. It's soft now, but with what I have planned, it won't stay that way for long.
Without another word, I start rubbing, all the way from the base to the tip. He jerks in response, letting out a grateful huff. His eyes flick to my hand, following my motions. and his lips part with my touch. I keep slowly jerking, and before long, his eyes meet mine again. He sinks into the mattress, lets out a moan and his breathing starts to quicken. That's the kind of response I was looking for.
I take my time exploring him slowly. It intrigues me immensely how his cock stiffens with my touch and how it continues to grow as I keep stroking him. I can't help thinking that he feels so good in my hand. Big, firm, and warm to the touch. For the upcoming time, I only want this; to touch him inhis most intimate place and see what it does to him. I want to own his body, heart, and his soul.
To my satisfaction, my hand and his cock become more slick as I continue jerking him off. Precum is oozing from his slit, adding to my own arousal. I let my hand slide over the tip, smearing the slick over his cock. God, I love being able to do this to him. Before now, I’ve only ever given myself a hand job, and I often wondered what it would feel like to do it to another guy. Now that I’m finally here, it thrills me to be able to give him pleasure, to drive him wild with something so simple. I love watching him respond to me this way, lust and arousal written all over his face.
My hand glides up and down his thick, slick, stiff cock, and as I keep going, his breathing quickens and his moans become more frequent. His chest rises and falls quickly from his heavy breathing. It’s not just him who’s hard; touching and watching him from my position on his lap has made sure of that.
“Baby” he says, his voice rough and low. “I want you to come with me.”
I think that means he noticed my hard-on. I bite my lip, feeling conflicted because God, yes, I definitely want to come too, but I’m also loving the feeling of his throbbing cock in my hand, of knowing how turned on he is because of me. “I don't want to stop.”
He groans, clearly struggling to find the words. “Wrap your hand…Ah… around both of us.”
I definitely don't have to be told twice. The suggestion immediately sets my insides ablaze. Upon picturing it, my mouth falls open, and my cock twitches. God, why didn't I think of that? It's perfect; I can trap both our cocks in my hand and use his big, throbbing hard-on to rub myself off on. The thought excites me immensely, and I don't waste a second to follow up on his idea. Breathing fast, I hurriedly scoot forward and pressmy cock up against his. It emphasizes our difference in size, but I can't find it in me to feel insecure about it. I just need him rubbing up against me. I need to feel him pushing and throbbing, and I need to come on his cock. Just picturing my cum on his dick is almost enough to set me over the edge.
I wrap my hand around our shafts. My hand isn't big enough to fit us both, but it's good enough to press our cocks together and to make sure I can really rub my full length against him.
“God yes,” he says, letting out a groan.
I respond to it with a loud moan of my own, grinding back and forth against his cock. It's impossible to tear my eyes away from what's in front of me; I love watching us rub off against each other, trapped together by my hand.
Our loud moans fill the room, and the bed softly squeaks underneath us. I don't know how much time passes with me rocking back and forth as I feel my peak rising inside of me. It feels so good, and just then, when I didn't think it could get much better, he suddenly tenses up, curses, and starts to climax. He moans as white jets of cum start spurting out of him, covering his stomach and my cock. Now, a delicious white puddle lies in front of me. It’s so incredibly hot to see, and one last long, hard grind against his cock is enough to set me over the edge as well. Before I know it, I come hard and fast, moaning loudly, clinging onto him tightly, and adding my seed to his, mixing it on his stomach.Oh, c'est magnifique…
Through my orgasm, I keep grinding against him, moaning and shaking. When the feeling eventually subsides, I’m breathing fast and collapse on top of him, resting my head on his chest. In response, he wraps his arm around me, holding me tightly, softly saying. “Wow.”
I know exactly how he feels. “Yes, wow...” There are probably a lot more, better words to describe the way I’m feeling, but for now, this is enough.
***
After a long cuddling session, we eventually manage to drag ourselves out of bed and hop into his shower together. We wash up in between slow, intimate kissing. Then, once we're dressed, he makes some suggestions for the rest of our morning.
“Maybe we can have brunch at the café, like last time? And then spend the day together here?” He hesitates for a moment, his expression uncertain. “I mean, you’re staying, right?”
He tries to sound casual, but the concern slips through anyway. It catches me off guard and brings back his question from this morning—What did I do wrong last time?
Maybe I should have known that having sex with him wasn’t some guaranteed solution to take away his worry. I replay my own words in my head.What can I do to make you believe I’ll stay?
