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“I’m going to guide you through it. I’m not going to hurt you or force you to do it but I won’t let you stop until I’m finished, if you do this, okay?” I hear the want in his voice, he wants this, he wants me and for some reason that makes me happy.
“Okay.” I whisper. I feel nervous but surprisingly I’m not really scared, not like I was with the guys who came into my cell. Ivan keeps saying that he won’t hurt me and I believe him. He doesn’t want to hurt me, and he said he won’t force me. He is giving me a choice and I want to do this for him.
Within seconds of my response he starts guiding my hand up and down his shaft with his hand still wrapped tightly around mine. He goes slow at first but I think that’s just so he doesn’t frighten me, and after a few strokes he glances over at me to check if I’m okay like he half expects me to starts screaming or crying.
I bite at my bottom lip nervously when he catches me looking down at where our hands meet. Heat creeps up my neck, and onto my cheeks, and I wonder if I’m doing this right? I know he said he’d guide me and he is, but I don’t know if this is how it’s done?
He starts picking up speed with each stroke, and a deep groan of pleasure vibrates from within his chest, slamming into me. I don’t know what it is about that sound but I suddenly want to hear it again, and I realize I want to be the one drawing that sound from deep within him.
“Can you do this by yourself?” He asks me with a near breathless voice.
I eagerly nod my head and see surprise flicker in his gaze. I want to please him, right now in this moment I want nothing more and it’s not because I feel like I owe him, I just want to do it. I want to be close to someone, anyone. So when he releases his hold on my hand I do exactly as he was just doing, watching his facial expressions to determine if I’m doing it right or not.
He put his hand on the shower wall in front of us and lets his head hang down. I watch him closely as he closes his eyes, and his lips part, a growl emitting from his throat.
“Faster.” He orders through clenched teeth. A heat settles between my thighs, his voice vibrating through me as I stroke him faster, my thumb rubbing over the slit at the head of his penis with each stroke. I squeeze him as hard as I can, my hand not quite big enough to wrap around him all the way. His eyes flicker open again and he looks down at my body.
I feel his arms around me tighten, pulling me close to his body as my hardened nipples rub against his heated skin and my bare pussy rubs against his leg. A number of sensations course through me, fear, excitement, pleasure…I refuse to cling to any one of them afraid of what may come if I do. Instead I focus on Ivan.
“Fuck…fuck…” He roars, his hand slamming against the tiled wall. The intensity of pleasure pours out of him and in my grip I feel his hardened length throb. My arm starts to grow tired but I know he has to be close. I continue with the same rhythm until I hear him growl, and watch eagerly as ropes of semen shoot from his penis and onto the tile in front of us. The sticky substance coats my palm and when I release my hold on him and pull my hand away I stare down at it.
His eye are closed and he his breathing heavy while leaning against the wall as if he needs it to hold him up straight. It takes him a few moments to recover and when he opens his eyes again he looks relaxed and satisfied. That is until his gaze meets mine and guilt starts to paint his features. I instantly have this irrational need to reassure him.
“It’s okay… I didn’t mind.” I force a smile, but I know he can see right through it.
“I didn’t plan this when I brought you up here. It wasn’t my intention…I mean…” I can tell he’s sincere and means every word he says. He rinses us off one more time, never loosening his hold on me. I’m more than thankful for it because I really don’t think I could have stood up for much longer on my own. He has been carrying most of my weight this entire time and I wonder how the hell he’s still doing it. Then again if I looked like him I’m sure I could carry anything and everything around. We get out together, and he releases me for a second to grab a towel.
