“Y-yes.” Her voice sounded so unsure.
“That’s your clit. Move your fingers in slow, small circles. You’ll start to feel the sensation grow and build.”
“Uh-huh,” she mumbled.
Helen’s breath hitched as we moved together. I guided her hands, but her body stayed rigid as if she couldn’t relax and when she huffed as if she was annoyed, I knew something was wrong.
“How does it feel?”
“I guess it’s nice, but it doesn’t feel enough. Maybe I just can’t do it.”
Helen
My body ached, a throbbing pulse hammering between my thighs. I felt wet and needy, like I was chasing something I couldn’t find. I wanted to learn to pleasure myself, but even with Jax’s hands guiding mine, giving me a paint-by-numbers lesson on how to masturbate, it still wasn’t working.
Maybe I was right all this time; I couldn’t come, but I wanted… no, I needed to. It was as if the ache in the pit of my stomach was demanding to be satisfied, but the more I tried, the more frustrated I became and, of course, Jax noticed.
“We need to lose these covers before I faint from the heat,” he said.
I was so aroused that I didn’t care that I was topless, pulling the duvet off and throwing it to the floor, gasping as the cold air hit my nipples.
“Turn on your back, open your thighs as far as you can.” There was barely any room on the sofa, so I dropped one foot to the floor. “Nope, this won’t work. Give me a second.”
He leaped over me, dragging the coffee table to one side of the room and shaking out the duvet. He lay on top of it on hisside, in just his grey sweats, the thick outline of his cock tenting them invitingly. I sat up and cupped my hands over my breasts, remembering that I was half-naked too.
“Come here.” He patted the space beside him.
I shook my head, nerves keeping me fixed in place.
He switched off the TV, leaving just the candles providing a soft glow. He rose to his knees and shuffled the short space towards me. Peeling my hands down, he held them by my sides as he dropped his gaze to my hard nipples, licking his lips before he looked up again. “What do you need, beautiful?”
My cheeks flared, not wanting to say what I really wanted.
“Helen?”
“What if I can’t come?”
“You can,” he reassured me. “You just need to relax… not overthink.”
“Show me.” I rolled my lips, not believing I’d been so forward.
He groaned, his mouth curling into a wide smile. “I need you to come here, then.” He lay back down, and I followed him so our bodies were next to each other.
“I’m going to take these off.”
My eyes widened, and I was about to say no, but as his fingers skimmed along the waistband of my pyjama bottoms, the throbbing between my legs began in earnest again.
“I like that you’re still saying yes.”
“I didn’t. I just didn’t say no.”
His brows furrowed. “We can stop.”
“God, no.” We both chuckled at my desperate tone.
Jax slipped off my bottoms, leaving me naked, lying on a duvet by candlelight.
“Maybe we should be doing this in bed… I fee—”
