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Allie’s smile only grew to show off perfectly straight, white teeth. “I know I don’t. One of the things I’ve been thankful for since meeting you is that the pressure is all gone. There’s nothing in the back of my head screaming at me to perform or risk losing you, but at the same time, I want to do this.”

God, this woman had no idea what she was doing to me. I wanted to cave in and let her hands wander. To know what it felt like to have her hands on me, but also feared that I was playing with fire. If I got to experience it once, was it something I’d crave again and again? I’d already been so different with her than I’d been with so many other women. There was nothing about Allison Hendrix that would let me have one roll in the sheets and move on. I was forever tied to her at this point.

“If at any point you want to stop, we can stop.” Even if it was Allie initiating things, I still wanted her to know that it was okay to call it quits if she got uncomfortable. That was how consent worked, wasn’t it?

After that, it was as if words weren’t needed. The moment I let go of her hand, it started moving again, like it was a curious little cat on the hunt for the perfect snack. Allie’s touches weren’t shy. They were that of a woman who knew what she was doing, and while I knew she didn’t crave sex, it didn’t mean she’d never had it before.

Her thin fingers wrapped around my hard length through the thin material of the boxer briefs I’d worn to bed. Just the simple touch was enough to send little sparks of excitement coursing through my body, making me press my body into her hold.

Allie started by running her fingers up and down my length, her touches light, but enough to provide pleasure.

Those teasing fingers didn’t stay above the fabric for very long. Allie found the opening at the front of my boxers, sliding her hand inside. The feel of her warm skin against my sensitive flesh was enough to make my eyes roll back.

It had been a long time since I’d just enjoyed the feeling of someone else jacking me off like that. There was something about having someone else touch you that made the whole experience better. Sure, doing it yourself still got the job done, but it wasn’t the same. Maybe that was why I liked having a partner. It had to be why anyone liked having a partner.

Though Allie didn’t stick to stroking me for long. She sat up, letting the sheet fall from her shoulders, exposing her thin tank top she’d worn to bed. Beneath the almost sheer material, her nipples stood at attention, and my mouth watered, wanting to draw the pebbled flesh in and suck for a while. Allie had said that this was something she had wanted to do for me, but would she be okay if I touched her back?

“What are you thinking?” she asked, as if reading the expression on my face.

“That I want to touch you. Your nipples are begging for my mouth, and I want to know if your pussy is wet for me.”

Allie smirked, tightening her grip on my cock, pumping a little more firmly. “And what makes you think that you can’t touch?”

Fuck, the girl was going to be my undoing. Instead of answering her with my words, I sat up, pushing her back onto the bed so she was underneath me. Allie’s chest rose and fell with labored breaths before I lowered myself to seal my mouth over hers. I wasted no time in shoving my hand into the waist of her panties to see how wet she was. I’d been dying to feel her since the moment I’d met her, and I wasn’t disappointed. My fingers were soaked the second they made contact with her glorious cunt.

“Oh, fuck, Allie. You’re soaked for me.” I rolled my thumb over her clit, causing her back to bow off the bed. “What are my rules here? Are there certain things you are and aren’t okay with?”

I wanted to shake my head because this wasn’t me at all. God, I’d been such an asshole with my partners in the past. There’d never been a moment of asking what was and wasn’t okay. I just went for what I wanted. That was such a huge mistake and now it only made me realize that Allie was endgame for me. I was taking so much into consideration with her.

Her hips stopped rolling for a moment, as if she were focusing on my question. It wasn’t something I was used to with sex. Most people, if you hit their pleasure points, they lost control. That was what made Allie so different. She had the ability to disconnect from it. There was something so inherently sexy about the idea that she had that much control over her body.

Allie bit her bottom lip, her face turning pink. You’d think that having my hand in her underwear would be more embarrassing than talking about what she wanted, but not everyone was comfortable with stuff like that.

“I—I think that I don’t want anything going inside me,” she said, turning her head to the side as if she was too ashamed to keep talking.

“Allie. That’s okay. If you aren’t comfortable with that, we don’t have to. Is what I’m doing now okay?”

She nodded, but still wouldn’t look at me. As much as I didn’t like doing it, I pulled my hand from her wet pussy and grasped her chin, turning her to look at me.

“There’s no shame in expressing what you do and don’t want. If anyone ever made you feel small or less than for doing that, that’s on them, not on you.”

It seemed to do the trick of lessening the tension. Allie laughed before sitting up enough to wrap her arms around my neck in a hug.

“Thank you. Thank you for asking me, not just assuming. There’s so much I’ve done in the past only because I thought it was what people expected of me.”

I gave her a gentle kiss before lowering her back onto the mattress. Allie was so soft and sweet everywhere. I wanted her; wanted to draw my lips along her body to soak up all her flavors. There was one spot in particular that I was curious about. While penetration was off the table, would Allie be okay with me going down on her?

Since I had permission to touch, I trailed my hands back down Allie’s chest, pausing at her breasts to cup them through her shirt. Her nipples were hard little peaks that dug into my palms as I rolled the small mounds together. I never considered one body part more desirable than the other, but a good set of tits went a long way. Allie’s were perfect in that they were just the right size for her body. There was enough there for me to grab onto, but they weren’t so large that they didn’t look right, either.

Allie sighed at my touch, relaxing enough to let me explore. I wanted to see her skin. The bottom hem of her shirt had ridden up to expose her flat belly. I wanted to see so much more of her. I didn’t think as I grabbed at her shirt. Allie at least seemed to know what I was after as she lifted her arms over her head to make it easier for me to remove it.

And then there she was. I had Allison Hendrix in nothing but her underwear in her bed. Her full, round breasts had perfectly pink nipples that begged for my mouth. I didn’t hesitate as I lowered myself to the left one and took the pebbled flesh between my lips, sucking gently and rolling my tongue over the nub.

Allie gasped, her fingers threading into my hair to hold me in place. The little noises of pleasure she made as I moved from one breast to the other were music to my ears. I could have sat there and sucked and played with her tits all day, but there was something else I was interested in.

My cock rubbed against the bed as I slid further down Allie’s body, making me go cross-eyed with the friction. This whole thing had started off with her wanting to do something for me, but ended up with me worshiping her body. It was probably one of the most erotic things I’d ever done. To sit there and pay such close attention to your partner because they mattered to you that much. I was getting so much out of this and I’d almost forgotten about how needy my damn dick could be.

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