“Do you need anything?” she questions, her eyes opening and meeting mine.
“No, baby, you did perfect. I got all that I needed,” I say.
“What do you mea—Oh…” She says, looking down at the wet spot on my sweats. Her cheeks turn pink.
“Did…didIdo that?” she whispers, her eyes unable to find mine. I can’t help but find it so fucking cute how innocent she is.
“Yes, you did, baby. You and a little help from the couch,” I whisper. I lace our fingers together, bring them to my lips, and kiss her knuckles.
Her cheeks turn even more pink, and the words that come out of her mouth surprise me.
“That’s kinda hot.”
I let out a small groan. “Don’t say that,” I whisper.
“Why?”
“You just can’t.”
She lets out a little huff. I can see that she’s thinking about something. I’m not sure if she’s trying to say it and just doesn’t know how, or what it is.
“Can I touch you?”
My breath catches in my throat. For a moment, I can’t speak, so I just nod.
She untangles her hands from mine, letting her fingers dance slowly over my chest and down my abdomen.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers. I let out a small growl. The thought of teaching her how to do so many things leaves images in my head that make my cock twitch in my sweats.
“It’s ok,” I say, my hand helping guide her into my sweats.
I help her rub me through my boxers. I let out a small moan, the feel of her touching me almost too much.
“Just take your time,” I encourage, pulling my hand away and letting her explore my body. She lets out a shaky breath as I kiss the side of her head.
“There’s nothing that you can do that would make me not enjoy this, baby,” I whisper, and she nods. I watch as her hands tug my sweats and boxers down. I lift my hips a little to make it easier for her to move them out of the way.
“Is this ok?” she asks as she takes me into her hand and strokes me up and down.
“Mhmm,” I hum, letting my eyes close. She strokes me in slow, tentative strokes like she’s unsure if she’s doing it right.
She uses my cum as lube as she gently pumps me. She works slow, giving me time to react to being played with.
My hips push up into her hand, needing just a little more. She takes the hint and moves a little faster.
“That feels good, baby, just like that,” I praise. She applies a little more pressure, and it makes my cock hard and full again.
I turn my head and use my hand to make her look at me. Her eyes are soft and curious, her lips parted like she enjoys watching herself touch me.
I press a soft kiss to her lips as her hand continues to work me. She swallows my noises, and I can’t help but chase my orgasm by pumping my hips up into her hand.
My head falls back against the couch, and my eyes squeeze shut as she shuffles herself down, using her other hand to cup and play with my balls.
“Baby,” I moan. “Just like that pretty girl,” I praise.
Her eyes find mine. One hand bracing herself against me while the other continues to play with my balls.
“Baby, I’m gonna come,” I warn, and she continues to stroke me.
