Differently.
Without my usual dirty words that quickened and slowed desire in exactly the ways I planned. Those words that dominated and dictated.
Fear was a beautiful thing. People talked about fight or flight, but there were more instinctive and basic reactions than that. Freeze, flop and friend were there too, and given that flop wasn’t going to happen, and I didn’t know how I could freeze, there was one other option.
I was opting for friend. For the first time. The very first time.
Jerrica turned around, her hands on my arms, running over my biceps.
“I can’t tell you how much I’ve wanted to do this.” Her smile was shyly victorious.
“Do what?”
“Touch you.”
I knew I had frozen, despite not thinking it possible. “How do you want to touch me?”
“Like this.” She picked up the soap, lathering up her hands and then starting to cast a spell over me as she moved her hands over my skin, not complaining when I touched her back, needing to find a way to ground myself before I floated off.
Although I did think I could. My feet were rooted, every focus I had on how my skin was alight against hers. Nerve endings where her hands brushed were on fire; when her breasts brushed against me I was seared. My eyes didn’t leave her, watching how she moved, where she was, catching sight of every subtle shift she made.
And there were no words. She told me nothing about what she would do next, leaving it for me to try to predict, which I couldn’t. She dropped to her knees to wash my hardened shaft, running her hands up and down it, teasing my balls with her fingertips, brushing her lips over the tip.
My hands stayed on her shoulders, lax and unmoving for the first time ever. I’d received blow jobs, but I’d always taken control I wasn’t being afforded now. My hands didn’t stray to her hair or the back of her head. I didn’t give her instructions or encouragement.
There was no praise.
Jerrica licked her way up my cock to the tip, then stood back up. “I think you should sit down.”
I looked at her through the spray from the shower. “Sit down?”
“Sit down, Jesse.”
There was a padded seat in the shower, probably designed so it was easier for someone to shave their legs or wash if standing wasn’t a good idea. I managed to walk backwards to it, my hands on Jerrica’s waist.
“What am I going to let you do to me?”
She kissed me as I sat down, bringing a knee onto the seat at the side of me, then to other, straddling me.
“Tell me stop if you need.”
My head tipped back as she sunk down on my cock, slowly, slowly, taking her time to be fully seated on it, her hands on my shoulders.
My fingertips pressed into the flesh of her hips, steadying her, steadying myself.
“Is this okay?” She paused, her pussy gripping me.
I nodded. “Can’t promise we’ll finish this way.”
She started to move, slowly up and down, a tortuous dance that was leaving me desperate and needy, pushing at my limits, because not taking control here, allowing her to be the one in the lead, felt completely foreign.
“Everything is okay. There are no rules right now. Just feel good. Does this feel good?”
“It feels fucking fantastic.”
“That’s all that matters.” Her hips angled so her clit pressed against me, the dig of her hands in my shoulder becoming sharper.
I let go of her hip to dip my hand between us, finding her clit and pressing down on it, wanting to speed her release so I could find mine.
