I move back and lower my mouth to her body. Her skin tastes like salt and I’m so hard that it hurts.
I kiss her skin, from her navel to her perky breasts and back down again. She trembles beneath me, her breath so heavy that it makes me shake with desire. I need to be patient, to show her that I can please her, not be “boring” . . .
My mouth travels lower and I forge a trail of gentle kisses down her body. To her hipbones and down between her thighs. She gasps as the tip of my tongue meets her clit. My cock is throbbing and my palms are probably sweating.
Am I any good at this?
I struggle to push all doubts from my mind and flatten my tongue over her. She moans my name when I lap around, licking at her wetness and sucking her swollen bud between my lips. Her fingers claw at my shoulders and she says my name again and again. I must be doing something right. Her legs tighten and I move my tongue faster, then slower, savoring her sweetness with my mouth.
When her legs tighten around my neck, I bring one hand up to her breasts and move the other down between her legs. Slowly, I tease her entrance with my finger, and she groans, compliant and needy, and I feel like a damn king.
“I can’t wait anymore.” She pulls at my hair, then my shoulders, and I take one more lick and raise my body to cover hers.
“Please,” she begs, and I line the tip of my cock between her thighs and she’s panting and I can’t wait to be inside of her. I try to kiss her but she moves her head, pushing her neck to my mouth.
I suck on her skin, just enough to make her crazy, but not enough to leave a mark.
I grab myself and push at her entrance while I grab her ass . . . but nothing happens.
I reach back between my own legs and grip my cock in my hand and shrink back.
Shrinkis the right word . . . Why am I not hard?
Is this some sick joke the universe is playing on me?
I move my hand up and back down again, taking another look at Dakota’s sexy body. The way her curly hair is a wild frame around the work of art that is her beautiful face, her full lips. I take in the way her breasts rest on her chest, small nipples still hard.
What the hell is wrong with me? She’s so sexy, so ready, and I’m soft?
I keep touching myself, praying that I can get hard. This has never happened to me before.
Why, oh why, is this happening now?
“What’s wrong?” Dakota asks, catching on to my unease.
I shake my head and curse at my traitorous body. “Nothing, I’m just . . . I’m having difficulties.”
I hate to admit it and the embarrassment I feel right now is like nothing I’ve ever felt before, but I’m not really in a position to lie. This problem is literally impossible to hide.
Yep, I’ve never been this embarrassed. Not even when my mom caught us having sex in my room when she was supposed to be at work all day. Not even when Josh Slackey pulled my pants down in front of the entire fifth-grade class.
Not even when I fell in the shower while masturbating and Nora ran in to help me.
And that last one was definitely up there on the embarrassment level.
“Difficulties?” Dakota questions.
She lifts herself up and I want to crawl into a hole. A dark, dark hole where no one can find me.
“Um, yeah” is all I can think to say.
“You can’t get hard?” she guesses, and I really, really want to disappear.
I lift my hands up and stay on my knees.