The trousers were yanked off, followed by my knickers.
He put his hand, sideways on, between my lips, as he gazed down at my unclothed pussy.
‘As long as it’s wet and ready for me …’ he murmured.
I hoped I was. Was I? I couldn’t really tell, too much performance anxiety muffling
the sensation, warping my sensual urges.
He bent lower, pattering, remarkably delicately, on my clit with his thick, callused fingers.
‘Nice and warm,’ he breathed.
I sat up and reached for his belt, but he batted me away.
‘Hey,’ he said, slightly reproachful, and I blushed in agony at making a wrong move. ‘I want to pay attention to you first. It’s not a game of tit-for-tat. Relax.’
Relax. Yeah. Nothing like asking the impossible.
‘Relaxation doesn’t come easily to me,’ I muttered, still mortified.
‘No kidding.’ He kissed my forehead, then my lips, then he patted my cheek sympathetically. ‘Just try, eh? For me.’
I tried. I lay back and shut my eyes and channelled all my awareness towards his fingers and my clit. His touch was rough but sure, but he didn’t say anything, leaving too much silence so that the ticking of his clock and the strange gurgles of the hot-water pipes intruded. How did it feel? How would I describe it?
‘You are enjoying this, aren’t you?’ he said, sounding puzzled.
‘Yes, but … can you just fuck me?’
His fingers stopped what they were doing and he drew them out.
‘Sure,’ he said.
My eyes were still screwed shut. I heard the sound of his belt coming off, then his jeans.
‘Most girls like a bit of foreplay,’ he said.
‘I’m just … it’s been a long time. I want to remember what it feels like.’
I heard the opening and shutting of drawers then the snap of rubber.
‘OK. This is what it feels like. You could open your eyes, you know.’
‘I like to keep them shut.’
‘Didn’t realise I was that hard to look at.’
‘It’s not you. Please …’
My plea was answered by the blunt arrival of a rounded cock head between my legs. His heat and scent moved down close to me, wrapping me in them, taking me out of my isolation, making me want him now. I put my hands on his shoulders, shivering pleasurably at the way they flexed and moved underneath his skin. He was so strong. I wanted him to make this hard, make it fast, pile-drive into me, obliterate my senses.
‘Please,’ I whispered.
He thrust forward, just the forceful way I wanted it.
‘Yeah?’ he said. ‘That what you want? That good enough for you?’
‘Oh, yes. More. Please. More.’