I never want to stop touching her.
Judging by the way her hands map my skin, she might feel the same. She makes little noises as her touch finds my pecs, my waist, my shoulders.
Is this how animals feel, sniffing each other from head to toe?
No.
No.
Touching is the superior sense. The other four can’t come close to this.
It’s in the middle of this sensory epiphany that I feel Hattie’s hands at my fly. And for a girl who says she hates running, wow, she’s quick. The button is free and the zipper down before I can utter another choked syllable.
Hattie pulls back a few inches and freezes, her gaze on the bulge straining against my gray boxer briefs.
My hands frame her waist and my fingers flex at the look in her eyes.
“Have you ever?—”
She shakes her head. “Not… not in real life.” Hattie clears her throat. “Just porn.”
My cock leaps at the reminder of her watching porn. Of her searching for porn. Of her touching herself to porn.
Mother of God, what does she look up? What turns her?—
Thoughts scatter when she tugs down the band of my briefs and my cock might as well be a jack-in-the-box.
Hattie gasps, startling just a little.
“Wow—it’s so much more…”
I arch a brow, trying not to squirm under her scrutiny. No one’s ever stared quite so raptly at my dick before. “So much more… what?”
She blinks but doesn’t take her eyes off it. “A-alive. It’s like—” Her chest rises and falls. “It’s like seeing an animal in the wild… so much more… there… than in pictures.”
Even though I think I know what she means, I laugh softly. Because what else am I going to do? Yet as far as reactions to her first dick go, comparing it to seeing wildlife isn’t so bad, right?
Her hands flex near my thighs. “M-may I touch it?”
“Fuck, yes.”
I brace myself, expecting her touch to be light and tentative. I tell myself to be patient and give her time to explore, even though I’m not exactly sure where I will find the restraint.
But when she takes me, it’s no feathery touch along my shaft. She wraps her hand around my base and then executes one, long experimental pump, and I nearly choke on my tongue.
She gasps. “It’s so hard! But so soft! How?”
I suck air through my teeth when she palms my head. “Hattie, honey?—”
She freezes, her gaze shooting to me. “Are you okay?”
Nodding, I swallow hard and draw in a slow inhale. “Just—gimme a minute.” But then I close my hand over hers, guiding her down to the base where I help her to grip me. The sight of our two hands over my dick almost shreds the last of my control, so I close my eyes.
“What are we doing?” Hattie asks in a whisper.
Eyes still closed, I can’t help grinning, even though this is brutal. “Helping me calm down.”
Hattie keeps her hand still when she asks, “Why do you want to calm down?”
