I pulled my thumb from her, and her eyes went wide in disappointment. When I immediately replaced it with two, then three, of my fingers, she settled against the mattress. The pumping motion, me fucking her with my hand, had my dick swollen under me. The feel of it rubbing against the bed would have to be enough for now.
My mouth eagerly returned to her pussy as my fingers remained inside her. Once my lips circled her clit and my tongue got back to work, I felt the change in her body beneath me. She tensed as she tossed her head from side to side. Her hands grappled for my head, clutching the tendrils of my hair, while pinning me against her pussy.
Her thighs pushed tight against the sides of my face as the orgasm started. I made sure to keep my fingers moving, my pace steady. My lips and tongue sucked and swirled around her sweet clit. The sounds she emitted were sexy as hell and increased in intensity as my mouth continued working, knowing she was getting closer.
Her body clenched against me even tighter as she clamped my head between her thighs. She tried to pull my mouth from her, but I held on, making the orgasm last even longer. As her trembling slowed, I pulled my lips from her soft skin. Lifting myself to my knees, I began a slow withdrawal of my fingers all while watching her. It was a turn-on to see her in this state.
Her hair thrown across the pillow as her arm went across her forehead.
Her breathing ragged.
Satiated.
Content.
She dropped her arm from her face and gave me a shy smile. As she did, knowing she was watching, I took my fingers, still wet with her, and put them in my mouth. Once I licked them clean, I fell against the bed next to her, my face close to hers.
“You’re beautiful, especially once I’ve made you come,” I said.
She giggled. She turned onto her side and wrapped her hands around my body, pulling us closer together. Once she did, she reached between us, fumbling to get ahold of my dick. But I reached down to slip her hand away.
Her brows drew together.
“It’s OK,” I said. “Tonight was about you.”
Even though my dick was throbbing, and as soon as I had the chance, I’d be rubbing one out to the thought of her mouth around it and sucking me off. But this was always my plan for tonight. Take care of her and only take care of her.
“Chase,” she said, with a full-on protest in her voice. “What are you talking about?”
She started sitting up to argue. I gently kept her down and pulled the throw from the foot of the bed over us. She cuddled into the crook of my arm with her head against my shoulder.
“Mare, this was about you tonight. I need you to know that I’m completely serious about wanting to make this work and that I’m not in it for the wrong reasons. I can go a night without sex if it means we can try and make this work.”
She laughed out loud.
“A night,” she said. “One night without sex.” Her fingernail drew random designs across my chest as she continued to chuckle. Her attention moved to the tattoo on the inside of my bicep. It has always intrigued her.
“You know what I mean,” I said. But I wasn’t sure if she did. My intention was to be with her, and her alone, going forward. It was a commitment I’d decided on when I went to the flower shop earlier.
She didn’t respond, but I felt a small nod against my chest. She was quiet for a while, still lazily rubbing the lines of my tattoo.
“Will you ever tell me what this is?” she asked.
Looking down at the musical notes on my skin, I knew I would, one day.
“Maybe. What are you thinking?”
“Are you sure you want me to answer that?”
I wasn’t sure. This might be new to me, talking about things, but this was what a relationship was.
Her wide eyes made me second-guess moving forward with this conversation. And as soon as I looked at her, she turned away.
When she decided to tell me her answer, though, her words crushed me.
“Chase, I’m not sure what’s changed. And that makes me feel…dirty right now.”
I froze. I couldn’t even breathe.
