She drops to her knees in front of me, her lips meeting mine, and she gives me a soft kiss and pulls back. "But I want to. Please," she tells me with conviction.
I nod. "Okay, baby. I'll be gentle and I'll guide you through it." I stand, my hands brushing her hair away from her face and pulling it into a ponytail. I keep hold of it in one of my fists, tipping her head back a little look at me. "Place both hands on my thighs, please." She does without hesitation.
"You're right-handed?" I know this but I want her to confirm it. She gives me a confused nod.
"Okay, with your left hand, I need you to tap my thigh twice," I tell her.
"Er, what?" she asks.
"Just do it, baby, please."
"Okay," she says, lifting her hand and tapping my right leg twice.
"Again," I tell her. She does so this time without questioning me.
"I'll be as gentle as possible, but sometimes this can be too much. You won't be able to tell me it's too much, so I need you to tap with your left hand. Do you understand?" I ask her.
She nods, but her brows furrow.
"What is it?" I ask.
"Why my left hand?"
"Because I'll know if you do tap with your left then I need to stop. I don't want to take any risks, baby," I say.
"Okay," she breathes out, her eyes flicking to the tip of my dick as a small amount of pre-cum begins to drip from it. She licks her lips and reaches for the shaft. I take a small step back and she looks up at me.
"Left hand stays on my leg, baby, please," I say.
"But I want to do it properly," she tells me.
"There isn't really a proper way, baby. It's different for everyone. And I know that you want to experience this, but I want to make sure that you are comfortable and safe. We've never done this before, so I don’t know your cues. Please let’s just do it this way for now," I gently plead with her. I'd love to experience this with her, but I want her to be okay with it. I want… no, Ineedto know how she'll handle it and her reactions.
"Oh, okay," she responds, seemingly a little disappointed.
I drop back down to my knees, bringing me eye level with her. "We'll get there, baby, I promise, but I want to take it slow for now. I don't want to do anything that hurts you or scares you—"
"But I want to do what makes you happy. I want to give you pleasure the way you did me," she cuts me off.
I let out a chuckle. "Baby, the fact that you want to even try this makes me happy. The fact that you are in the shower with me makes me happy. Don't get me wrong, I love a blowjob just as much as the next guy, but you don't have to give me one to make me happy. Do I love that you want to try? Yes. Would I love it if you used both hands and deep throated me? Yes. Am I going to make you do that? Fucking hell no. You understand, don't you?" I ask her.
"Oh." Her cheeks are getting redder by the second, partly from the heat of the shower, but also from the conversation. "Okay." She leans forward and gives me a peck, then pulls back and smiles. "If you could stand up now, please."
I grin but stand at the same time. Taking a step closer to her, I tip my chin toward her left hand, and she places it on my right leg as instructed. Her right hand she wraps around my now semi-soft shaft and begins to rub it up and down, from the top to the bottom. My dick hardens within seconds, and I clench my fists down at my sides, desperate to grab her head but wanting her to be in control.
"Max, you can touch me," she says, but I shake my head at her. "I'd like you to," she responds, but I shake my head at her again. I really want to grab her hair, but I don't want to hurt her.
She tuts, then leans forward and runs her tongue over my slit, lapping up the pre-cum dropping from the end.
"Oh fuck," I bite out, tipping my head back, trying to give myself strength because I have no idea how long I'm going to hold out here.
"Please," she breathes out, leaning forward and swiping her tongue over the tip once again, and it's all it takes to break my resolve.
Chapter Forty-Eight
He seems like he's nervous to touch me. But I really want him to, Ineedhim to. Reaching forward, I lick the tip of his cock again, hoping that it encourages him to touch me. I want him to relax, I want to know what it's like. I'm not completely naïve, I'm aware of what is required for a blowjob, and I know how rough they can be, but he won't even touch me. I love that he wants to take care of me and wants me to enjoy this, but it's pissing me off a little bit. How can I enjoy something if don't get a chance to experience it fully?
I lean forward and run my tongue over the slit for a third time and then roll it around, just on the edge. I glance up at him through my eyelashes. His eyes are closed, and his head is tipped back, his jaw tight. My eyes flick to his hands, they are clenched into fists, his knuckles white.
