I didn’t think he was saying to stop. I didn’t want to stop. The last thing I wanted was for him to feel unmanly just because he couldn’t fuck me left, right, and sideways. I unbuttoned his pants, yanked them down a bit, and snaked my hand inside. His nostrils flared.
I found his dick, which even with only a semi was still more than some. Still well over a handful for me. I took it in my palm, made a fist, and stroked up and down. “Does it still feel good, though?”
He tossed me a crooked smile. “It does.”
“That’s what counts.”
As I pumped him in my hand, we kissed. He grew thicker with every stroke. Our lips whispered against each other, and he snaked his tongue into my mouth, dancing circles inside.
He stopped kissing me and growled. “Take off your clothes.”
I got off him, stood, and tugged down my jeans. He did the same, pulling his pants and boxers completely off, followed by his t-shirt. Eventually, we were both naked.
He took his dick in his hand.“Now get back on, Fairy. We can try something new.”
I spread my legs around him, opening my core, and he took his cock in his hand, not hard enough to put inside me but thick enough to stroke along my slick folds from my opening upward to my clit, like a dildo. He ran it up and down my length, massaging, caressing, circling my clit. He wasn’t as hard as usual, but in some ways it made it more pleasurable. Like stiff tongue versus a soft one, he licked my core gently with his manhood.
Dancing over him, my clit engorged, I watched him stroke me, his cock glistening with the juice of my desire. His strong forearm caught my eye when it flexed as he lightly eased himself up and down. Sensual. Slow. Deliberate.
“Mmmm,” he moaned, throwing his head back, eyes closed.
I circled my hips faster, some sort of sexual samba hovering over him, and we enjoyed each other without any other purpose than to physically connect. This was the definition of making love. He could have turned me away. He could have waited for tomorrow, but instead, he curated the experience he could to make us feel close, no matter the challenge. No matter the circumstance.
His dick settled right on my clit. I closed my eyes, feeling every tiny movement with such clarity. Fuck, he felt good.
“I want to make you come, Fairy.”
With his cock in one hand, he continued to stroke me, and with the other, he slid three fingers inside me.
I gasped. It felt like a lot. His hands weren’t small, so his fingers filled me up.
“That’s it. Let go for me, Fairy. Let it all go.” His voice was husky, animalistic, and sexy as fuck.
He thrust his fingers in and out. One. Two. Three. And suddenly my core clenched, fluttering around his fingers, my clit bursting with ecstasy.
I grabbed his dick with my hand to rub it on my clit, urging my orgasm to go on forever, and at the same time, give him the same pleasure he’d given me.
He pulled his fingers out of me and laid both arms along the back of the sofa like Christ on the cross. I didn’t know what kind of religion this was but I definitely wanted to take him to Heaven.
“Mmm. That’s it. Keep going…” he growled. “My cock is yours to play with.”
My core was moist, hot, and when he lifted his hips in for more, I knew he was ready. “Come on, baby,” I purred. “That’s it. Come for me.” I pumped with vigor, with passion. His dick twitched, releasing onto my hand, onto me…
He groaned and bit his lip.
I slowed the pumping action in rhythm with his orgasm, hoping to milk every last pleasure out of him. Give him everything he deserved. This release gave me more pleasure than it had him. It meant more than simple pleasure. Maybe this was what tantric sex was.
He rested his head on the back of the couch. “I hope Alex never moves back here,” he said softly. “I’m not sure we’ve left a surface untouched.”
“Nothing a bit of Febreze can’t sort out.”
He didn’t open his eyes but laughed and beamed from ear to ear. “You can be really funny when you want to.”
I let go of his dick. Spread myself wider to feel the last bit of us between my legs. I used to be grossed out by the wetness. I’d thought it was dirty. Sticky.
But I knew quite possibly one day, I’d give anything for this moment. Him, warm and manly, in the space most precious to me.
The world stopped spinning just long enough. Click. One for the memory box. Never ever forget this, Maeve.