“Don’t be so stubborn, Cupcake,” Caelyx urged, his warm breath washing over my ear as my body shuddered under him. “What’s the problem?” He asked, so gently it almost made me forget what we were doing. “You’ve begged me before. Why are you holding back on me now?”
It was true, I’d lost myself more than once with him, pleading for more, or begging him to keep going so I could come. But there was something so incredibly embarrassing about going into it with the requirement that I would. That the entire experience hinged on how long I could hold out and how gratifying it would be for him when I finally gave in. Even if Itried, I knew it would stick in my throat like glue and refuse to come out.
“It’s fucking embarrassing,” I muttered, my voice coming out quiet and raspy. Even saying it out loud had an irritating heat rising up in me, rubbing me raw and leaving red abrasions. I felt stretched thin, like a rubber band about to snap.
He raised his head again, blinking down at me for a few seconds before his expression softened.
“Hey, you arewaytoo tense and you’re thinking too much. Relax.” He shifted on top of me, brushing the damp tendrils of my bangs off my forehead. “Relax,” he repeated, when I didn’t. “You bit your lip again.”
He tugged at it with his thumb, pulling it out from between my teeth before dipping his head down and kissing it, slicking his tongue over it and sucking.
“You know this isn’t a competition, right?” He murmured, his fingertips moving down from my forehead to stroke at my jaw and neck, then rub little circles into my shoulders. “You’re not being judged or graded. It’s just supposed to feel good. It does feel good, right?”
“Yeah.”
“So what are you embarrassed about?” He asked, kneading my stiff muscles until the tension started to ebb out of me.
“I don’t know,” I admitted. I didn’t know what else to say. I hated myself for freaking out over nothing and ruining this thing he’d asked me to do. Why did I always do that?
“Forget about whatever your brain is warning you about,” he said, his soft voice creeping over me like silk. “It’s just you and me.”
Slowly, piece by piece, I started to relax, melting into the sheets as he gently massaged down my body. When I was mostly limp, my fight or flight response having waned down to a manageable state, he slipped his hand under my skull, tiltingmy head up so he could give me a long, slow kiss. Infinitely patient as always, he deepened it gradually, his tongue nudging me back into an aroused state as my hands roamed over his back and shoulders, eventually hooking around his neck to pull him closer.
My body tingled all over, but the pinpricks of pain and stress were gone. He was incredible at calming me down and waving away my anxiety. How had I gone so long without knowing there was a person out there that could actually do that? And how had I gotten so lucky for that person to be so unbelievably devoted to me?
“I’m sorry,” I finally said, once we’d parted to breathe. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Nothing is wrong with you,” he assured me, our faces so close I could see the white flecks in his blue irises, and count the freckles across the bridge of his nose. I wondered if he liked my face as much as I liked his, and decided he probably did. “You’re just used to having your defenses up. And you don’t have to do that with me.”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding a bit, resisting the urge to sniffle. “I think… I think my brain needs some time to get used to that.”
“We have all the time in the world,” he said, sending my heart into actual overdrive.
He made me feel like I was living in an actual fantasy, some gooey marshmallow-coated world that could only be conjured up in cheesy romance novels where people fell hopelessly in love and never fell out of it.
“And anyway,” he continued on, giving me a gently amused little smirk. “You should know you don’t need to feel embarrassed about giving me some cute little moans and some dirty talk. I would bark like a dog for you, anytime and anywhere you wanted.”
I snorted, a laugh bubbling out of my mouth even as my eyelids fluttered closed. He was right. What exactly was I so worried about? He was the last person in the world I should ever feel embarrassed about letting go with. And there was basically nothing I could do that he wouldn’t like, so I had nothing to feel insecure about.
“There you go,” he praised me when I rolled my head back, letting him suck my neck, where I was super sensitive. This time when the toy flipped back on, I didn’t tense up and try to struggle against it. His thumbs dragged down my chest, circling my nipples as his tongue teased the pulse in my throat.
I moaned, tilting my hips into the sensation, the rolling motions again forcing me to imagine a dick driving inside me. Relentlessly pushing and pushing, carving out a space in my body that nobody else would ever know about.
“Caelyx.” I couldn’t stop moving, grabbing at his shoulders to anchor myself. I could feel him thrusting against me, his cock leaking out precum onto my navel as he rocked his hips, like he was imagining the same thing I was. Pushing his thick cock into my hole until I was coming around him. When his rutting motions knocked against the vibrator on my dick, I let out a sob, arching my back. “Oh, fuck. Keep going. Please.”
“Give me more,” he breathed out against my neck, sending shivers down my body.
“It’s so good. You always make me feel so good.”
Aching all over, my whole body throbbed in time with my heartbeat, my mind racing with thoughts of him. My hands dragged down his back, gripping onto his firm ass cheeks and yanking him against me faster.
“I love your body,” I panted, letting what was in my head just come out with no filter. “You’re so sexy.”
“I’m so fucking crazy about you, Cupcake,” he growled out, arching into my hands and nipping my shoulder.
His cock was basically perfect, thick and long with a fat head that he loved grinding against me when it was all slick with his precum. And he definitely knew how to use it, if the way he moved his hips was any indication.
“Caelyx.” His name tumbled out of my mouth again, between my urgent, stuttered little moans. “I… I want-”
