He lays on his back, and I kneel next to him. I grab the zipper of his pants and begin to remove his clothes. Once he’s laying before me in all his naked glory, I swear my eyes pop out of my head.
I never really thought much about what they look like or their size. It seems to be above average, but not so big where I’m scared I’ll be unable to walk ever again.
My hands shake a little bit as I reach for him, but it’s more about the unknown than anything else. I’ve never touched a man in a sexual way, so this is all new for me.
I look at his face for a second, and he is looking at me with desire in his eyes while still being patient. I can tell he’s not going to rush me.
I wrap my hand around his cock, and it feels hard and soft at the same time. I don’t know how else to describe it.
“Can you guide me a bit on how you like it? I’ve have never given a man a hand job before,” I tell him.
“Okay, baby,” he says, his voice sounding rough.
“We need to get something to make it easier for your hand to stroke me, and that will make it so you won’t hurt me,” he says.
Of course, why didn’t I think of that? His touch got better the more wet I got, so why wouldn’t it be the same for him?
I think for a second before putting my hand between my legs to grab some of the juices that I had, and then put my hand back on his cock. I look at him to see if he was weirded or grossed out by that action, but he seems more turned on than ever with his mouth slightly hanging open.
“Baby, that was fucking hot,” he rasps.
I feel a sliver of pride run through me that he likes what I did.
I start to stroke him, feeling him get harder underneath my hand.
“Tighter, baby,” he says.
I tighten my hold and stoke him a bit faster than I was before. I start to see juices come from the tip of his cock. I get fascinated by it and try to get more to come out. I kind of block out Silas to focus on what I’m doing.
I don’t know how long I was stroking him but, the next thing I know, cum starts to shoot out while he is saying my name and softly squeezing my shoulder.
I wait until he finishes coming before I stop, slowing down my strokes as he falls into the bed.
“Sorry, I got into the zone,” I tell him with a sheepish smile.
He pulls me down onto his chest as he tries to slow down his breathing. “It’s okay, baby. I don’t think anyone has concentrated on my cock so hard before,” he says with a shaky laugh.
“Is that good?” I ask him.
“Yes, baby, it was very good.”
I smile to myself. I did something intimate with my man today. It may not be a lot for some people but, for me, it was a big step. I can’t help but feel proud of myself right now.
Silas
My woman has come a long way from where she was months ago when I had first met her.
Back then, she didn’t trust anyone. She was a lone survivor just trying to get through life.
Now, I can see this woman pretty much blossom before me. It’s not just about the fact that she touched my cock or let me play with her breasts. I know what a huge step that is for her. She also lets me hold her hand, put my arm around her, cuddle her and, when I walk into the room, she automatically opens her arms for me.
She spends time with my family and is getting pretty close to all of my brothers. I also notice how close she is with my dad. She spends more time with him than any of my brothers.
She’s glowing and happy now. She no longer seems to be the haunted shell of a person I had once met.
She’s now always laughing and joking around. It’s amazing to see what she’s like when she feels safe.
Well, as safe as she can feel considering her attacker is still out there.