Page 41 of Glad You're Here

After she’d kissed me senseless, Thea pulled away. “Sorry. Too much.” She rolled off of me and lay beside me, breathing heavily. “Levi, I feel like we’re usually pretty real with each other, so I’ll be real right now. I need an orgasm because I’m so turned on, but I will go take care of that in the bathroom.” She sat up and pressed a chaste kiss to my forehead. “Be right back.”

Thea started to get out of bed, but I gently caught her arm. “Wait.” My heart raced. “Do it here.” What was I thinking? I couldn’t handle seeing tits a few hours ago, and now I thought I’d be totally cool with her having an orgasm while lying next to me?

I could barely see her expression in the dark, but I could make out her raised eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I whispered, pulling her back beside me and catching her lips with mine. It was dark. She wouldn’t have to see if I freaked out again.

Thea kissed me one more time before rolling away from me onto her side. “I’ll be quiet.”

“No, don’t.” I slid into the big spoon position, sure she could feel my boner against her gorgeous backside. I felt even more sure when she nestled into it and sighed.

I draped an arm across her waist and felt her slide a hand into her soft cotton leggings. I allowed myself to imagine her fingers parting her slit and the warm, wet tightness that awaited her. I could feel Thea’s arm and abdomen flex as she pleasured herself.

Holy shit. This was the hottest sexual experience of my life, and I didn’t even have my dick out. I felt so dirty and so guilty listening to her soft moans with my body pressed against hers. I waited for the guilt to drown me, to make me pull away, but for a split second, my desire for this incredible woman was stronger. Instead of pulling away, I slid my hand down the front of her leggings, resting my hand gently on hers.

Thea gasped and rubbed harder, rocking her hips into her hand. I kissed her neck until it felt like she was about to climax. Then I slid one finger deep inside of her. Thea moaned as she fell apart in my arms. I felt her tightening around my finger, and lust momentarily blinded me.

Then, the guilt rushed in. It was hardwired. I pulled my hand out of her panties, not wanting her to feel it trembling. Before I could succumb to the self-loathing, Thea turned to face me. She kissed me softly and whispered, “It’s okay, Levi. You’re safe. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Logically, I knew that consensual sexual activity wasn’t wrong. A wedding ring and Mormon God’s approval didn’t suddenly make sex acceptable. “I’m sorry,” I whispered to the perfect woman in my arms.

Thea let out a soft laugh. “Why? That was hot.” She burrowed her head against my chest again. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll suck your dick until you’re weak in the knees.”

My heart raced. “Whoa.” Guilt and desire swirled around to create an ugly, murky feeling. “I’ve never had a blow job before.” I felt dirty even talking about it.

Thea sat up suddenly, and her gorgeous mouth dropped open in shock. “What? You were married for over ten years, and your wife never sucked dick? What kind of sex did you have?”

I averted my gaze. The room was dark, but I was embarrassed about my lack of sexual experience. “Uh… you know, dutiful sex. The kind you have when God’s in the room, and you’re trying to make a baby to raise in Joseph Smith’s cult.”

Thea nodded. “So missionary position with the lights off. You did drunkenly tell me that your wife sometimes kept her magic underwear on during sex.”

I groaned and covered my face. “I did? I’m humiliated right now. Can we go to sleep?”

Thea laughed. “I’m sorry. I’m trying to make you feel comfortable with sex, but I’m making it worse. Can I try something? I’ll stop the second you ask me to, no questions asked.”

I could feel my heartbeat in my throat.

When I didn’t answer, Thea whispered, “We’ll keep the lights off, and I’ll keep my clothes on. No sex, only fooling around.”

The sound of her husky whisper already had my dick rock hard. I wanted Thea to do things to me, but I wasn’t sure if I could handle it. I still felt awful guilt but whispered back, “Okay.”

Thea bit her lip, kissed me with tongue, then slid down my body until her head disappeared under the covers. First, her hand rubbed my dick through my clothes several times. I flinched but silently begged myself to let Thea touch me, to let myself enjoy how good it felt.

Then, her soft hand slid into my boxers and gripped my length. “Is this okay?” She lifted the covers with her other hand to peek at me. I glanced down, catching sight of her messy hair, teasing eyes, full lips, and cleavage.

I felt absolutely filthy when I replied, “Yeah.”

Thea smirked and let the covers fall over her face again. She slid my boxers down a little to get full access to my dick. Don’t think about church. Don’t think about Gina. Don’t think about your parents. Stay in this moment with the hottest fucking woman you’ve ever met.

My breath caught when both of her hands gripped my dick, and I clenched my fists and shut my eyes when her pillowy, warm lips closed around my tip. Thea took me into her mouth, inch by tortuously slow inch. “Thea,” I moaned. Stop. Don’t stop. Never stop.

Suddenly, she stopped. “What do you want, Levi?” Her voice teased, and her hands rubbed up and down my dick.

In a mildly delirious state, I answered, “You.”

Thea took me in her mouth again until I teetered right on the edge of climax. Then she guided my hand down to my dick. I’d never masturbated before. It was on that list I made last fall, but I never got around to it. Right now, it seemed so natural to finish pleasuring myself. I had to.

After I spilled into my hand, Thea handed me some tissues from the box on the nightstand, kissed me softly, and whispered, “That was completely normal, healthy, and sexy. Don’t give it another thought.” She kissed me one more time, smiling against my lips. “Goodnight, Levi.”

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