I feel empowered.
Not afraid.
All I’ve ever associated sex with is violence.Never pleasure.So this feels disconcerting, like I’m doing something wrong.
“No, watch me,” Kit says when I avert my eyes.
He reads my discomfort.But instead of ridiculing me, he shows nothing but kindness and love.And that’s why I do as he says.
I watch unguarded as he pleasures himself.
And slowly, I remove my arm from across my chest, exposing my breasts to him.They feel heavy, needy.
Kit moans, his eyes eating me up.
“Play with yourself.”His request is exhaled.
It just makes this hotter.
Shyly, I uncross my legs, so I’m standing bare and vulnerable before him.I take three steps back, allowing him to see all of me.
“Fuck.”His hand moves faster, stroking over the head of his cock.
The sight is too much.
I need a release.
I slide my hand between my legs and begin rubbing over my sex.A hiss escapes me.I’m overstimulated.It’s too much.
Kit watches me touch myself, only growing harder and his movements more frantic.
“Two fingers,” he orders, the veins in his neck corded.
I slowly do as he asks.
It hurts, but I like the pain.
I finger myself while massaging my sensitive clit.I’m so wet.Kit can see and hear how much so.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he pants.“Come here.”
Hearing his affection warms my heart.This isn’t just physical.The electricity between us is palpable.
I stop touching myself and walk over to the shower.Kit grabs the back of my head and slams his mouth over mine.We kiss like starved animals, taking and giving.His hand never ceases jerking himself off.
But what if…
With lips still locked, I let go of my reservations and anxiously run my fingers down his chest.The hair beneath my fingers adds to the sensory overload.I glide over each bump in his abs, moaning into his mouth.
I reach the dark curls above his cock, and like his chest, I like that he’s natural.It’s manly and suggests confidence in himself.
I don’t think I dislike anything about him.
I place my hand over his and allow him to guide me as he gets himself off.He’s heavier and girthier than I thought.He slowly removes his hand.I nervously attempt to take over, but my inexperience shows.
I pull away, but Kit whispers against my mouth, “Do you want me to tell you what to do?”
I nod.
