He was moving too slowly. I panted and whined, unable to stop myself from making minute shifting movements up and down, coaxing him deeper inside. I leaned down all the way to kiss him again because at least I could do that – and then moved my mouth to the side of his face, to his neck, to his shoulder, kissing and nibbling along the way.
Rowe was making humming and moaning noises of appreciation as I went, tasting his skin, riding his fingers. I couldn’t keep it going for much longer. He was going to get bored of me. I wasn’t doing enough for him.
I knew my role, here. I was the less attractive partner. I had to do everything he wanted – everything he needed. I had to drive him so wild he forgot what I looked like, forgot that I had a mean tongue and a selfish outlook, maybe forgot everything for just long enough to fall in bed with me one more time.
One more time before he forgot me for good.
“Can we…?” I asked. I needed this part of it, this phase, to end. I could make him moan louder, throw his head back harder, when I was riding him.
I gasped out loud when he pulled back his fingers. “Yes,” he murmured, smiling up at me with this hazy smile that made me want to turn my insides out to please him. “God, yes.”
I started to move, turning around, but he grabbed hold of my arm. “Where are you going?” he asked.
I looked over my shoulder. “I…”
“Do you remember what I said when you asked me about my favorite position?”
I thought back. I was supposed to remember this. What was it he had said…?
Top, with my partner lying on his back so we can look into each other’s eyes.
I stared at him. “But you’re exhausted.”
“I know,” he said. “But the most important part isn’t who is lying down.”
I swallowed hard. The other part, then. Looking into each other’s eyes.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had done that with the person I was having sex with.
Had I ever done that?
I liked to watch our bodies tangling together. I liked to watch his hands grip the pillow or the bedsheet or my hip, clenching with the force of what we both felt. I liked to batter my lashes and put on a show while I sucked dick and looked up at them, but they weren’t really looking at me then. Not into my eyes.
I didn’t know if I could handle it.
“Come here,” Rowe said, his hands reaching for me, beckoning me into an embrace. I felt like a kid, somehow, doing what he told me, straddling his waist again and then laying on top of him when he pulled me down. For a moment, somehow, in some nonsensical way, our hard dicks lying caught between us were not the point. He reached up and touched the sides of my face, fingers stroking gently over the lines of it, and then kissed me sweetly. “It’s okay.”
“I…” I started, lost for words more than I had ever been in my life. “I… don’t know…”
“If you don’t want to, baby, we don’t have to,” Rowe said. He even looked like he meant it.
“No,” I burst out. “That’s – that’s not what I mean. I mean I – I don’t knowhowI can…”
Rowe leaned up and kissed me again before settling back against the pillows. He ran his hands over the tops of my arms over and over, leaving raised hairs behind him. “Can you trust me, baby?”
Baby. Baby. Yes, please, keep saying that.“Yes,” I said before I let myself think about it any further.
“It’s better this way,” he said. “Even better than you could imagine. Please. I want to see you. I want to see your face when you cum. I want to look in your eyes so I can see if you like what I’m doing.”
“But I’m going to do it all,” I reminded him. “You just have to lay back.”
A mysterious smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Noteverything.”
I had no idea what he meant, but I felt like I was going to lose him if we sat here all night talking. I could swear I could already feel him getting softer.
I reached over to grab the condom from the nightstand and opened it before he could have a chance to change his mind about me altogether.
I slid the condom over his length, squeezing as I went, making sure he didn’t lose an ounce of hardness. He moaned lightly and settled back further against the pillows like he was getting ready to have his mind blown. He couldn’t possibly have known how right he was. I’d spent a long time practicing this, and he was going to get the benefit of all of that experience.
