And that was the problem.
I pulled off him, breathless and frustrated. “I can’t. Not like this.”
He looked down at me, sharp and focused. “Can’t or don’t think you can?”
Heat rushed into my face. “I have a hard time coming with my fingers. And in general, I always have.”
Saying it out loud felt awful.
Too honest. Too revealing.
For a second I thought I had ruined the whole thing.
Instead, something flickered across his face that looked a lot more like disbelief in over my issues with orgasms than dissatisfaction over the situation.
“Can I try?” he asked.
I blinked. “To make me come?”
“Yes.”
That should have been an easy answer. It wasn’t. I didn't want him to be disappointed if I couldn't cum, and I didn't think I could fake it good enough to fool him. Part of me wanted to say no before I could embarrass myself any further.
But another part of me had pushed us all the way here and was not about to back out now. So I nodded.
He moved to the couch and laid down, then looked at me and gave the next instruction like it was obvious.
“Come here. Straddle my face. And keep that greedy little mouth on my cock.”
I just stared at him for a second. “Oh. I thought you meant…you want me on your face. I haven't showered...”
His look stopped me.
Right. He isn't one for dumb questions.
I climbed onto the couch, awkward and suddenly hyper aware of every inch of my body, and shifted until my pussy wasinches away from his mouth, hovering because I did not know what else to do. I had never been on the receiving end of oral.
He ran one hand down my back, steady and grounding.
“Now, finish what you started,” he said.
So I leaned down and took his cock back into my mouth.
The second I did, he gripped my ass with both hands and yanked me down hard onto his face. The first long, hot stroke of his tongue against my pussy made me cry out around his cock.
It was too much and not enough and nothing like I had expected, and I lost track of every coherent thought almost immediately. I tried to keep sucking him, tried to stay focused on what I was doing, but he kept working me deeper into it. Slow, broad strokes at first, then focusing on my clit with devastating precision. He sucked the swollen bud into his mouth, flicked it mercilessly, then pushed his tongue inside me, fucking me with it.
He was patient in a way that felt almost cruel, building me up with one hand gripping my thigh and the other spread warm at my lower back, keeping me where he wanted me while my body stopped feeling entirely under my control.
I lost all rhythm on his cock, reduced to sloppy, moaning sucks while he devoured me.
He answered with one low groan against my pussy, the vibrations shooting straight through me.
That was the part that undid me, realizing he was losing it too. Realizing he wanted this, wanted me like this, enough that the cracks were finally showing.
After that I couldn’t focus on anything except what he was doing to me. My mouth stayed around him because he had told me to finish what I started, but I was barely doing more than holding on and trying to breathe while he worked me higher and higher until the tension in my whole body locked so tight it almost hurt.
Then it broke.