“You don’t have to do anything unless you want.”
Because his words free me of responsibility, I do indeed just lie there as he rearranges himself closer to me and reaches out to rub his fingertips down my neck and to my breasts. He’s staring down at them hungrily. He must really like how they look. It looks like he could swallow them down.
His hand feels good against my skin, and it feels even better when he starts twirling my tight nipples between his fingers.
I shift restlessly, surprised that the throbbing, achy sensation clenches hard between my legs.
“How is it?” he asks hoarsely.
“I like it.” I arch my back and toss my head from one side to another. “It feels good.”
“Good.”
He spends a long time on my breasts and then moves farther down my body, always slightly uncertain with each new touch until he sees that I like how it feels.
By the time he’s reached my hips, I can’t lie still. The throbbing has intensified to such an extent that I’m making little whimpers.
“You’re feeling good?” he asks, very softly.
“Yes. But I want to feel even better.” I arch all the way up off the bed and hang on to the sheets beneath me, needing to brace myself somehow. “Can you touch me… touch me in that spot… that…”
He gently opens the folds at my groin and feels around, clearly trying to find where I’m talking about but not surewhere it is. He explores until I cry out at the sharp slice of pleasure. “There! Right there. Please, can you rub me right there? It feels so good.”
He uses two of his fingertips to rub in firm circles right on the best spot, and it takes almost no time for me cry out again with the rush of pleasure as my body shakes through each new surge.
He’s flushed and panting and visibly tense as he keeps rubbing until my body relaxes in satisfaction. “You did real good,” he mutters. “You’re really into it. Didn’t think you’d come so easily for me.”
I feel like preening at the compliment, so I smile up at him. “I really did good?”
“Yeah, you did. Can I touch you inside now?”
“Yes.” I actually have no idea what he means, but he feels farther back in my groin until he slides a finger all the way inside my vagina.
It’s wet there. Really wet in a way I’m not used to. His finger slides in easily, and it feels good when he pumps it in and out and rubs me inside.
I squirm and arch my neck as the pleasure starts intensifying again.
“You’re all wet and soft now inside. You like how my finger feels inside you?”
“Yes. It feels really good.” I writhe and toss my head, getting my hair in my face. “I need to come again.” I try out the words to see if I’ve understood how he used them, and I must get it right because he makes a throaty sound.
“I’m gonna make you come again. I never thought you’d be so sweet and eager about doing this with me. You’re so pretty and sexy sprawled out like this naked with your hair all over. Sweet like honey. And soft. Like your honey cake. Your pussy clinging to my finger so good.”
Pussy. That must be a different name for my vagina. It’s wetter than ever, and it’s definitely gripping his finger. I like knowing a different word, and I like how he adds a second finger to make it tighter and pushes them in and out of me forcefully. I rock my hips up against his hand and make helpless sounds that get louder and louder as the pleasure intensifies.
“Now you’re doing real good,” he says, never looking away from me as his hand works between my legs. “You’re gonna come again real hard. It’s gonna feel real good.”
“It does,” I gasp, fumbling at the sheet as it feels like I’m falling out of control. “It’s so good. Keep doing that. Even faster. It feels like Ineedit! Oh, it’s so good!”
“I’m the one who gets to make you feel this good. ’Cause I’m your man. All this sweetness is just for me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I mumble out as I’m suddenly anxious about how strong the sensations are. “Mason, it’s just for you.”
He’s leaning over me now. He tweaks my nipple with one hand as the other works vigorously between my legs, making a wet slapping sound.
The pleasure finally explodes out again, harder than I’ve ever felt it before. I’m not prepared so I can’t keep myvoice quiet. I make loud sobbing sounds as the pleasure hits me again and again in waves.
“That’s right,” he murmurs. “You’ve got it. Keep going. You can be as loud as you want. Don’t hold anything back. This is how you’re supposed to feel.”
