Page 44 of Don't Trust the Cowboy

“Sort of.” He says, taking my hand in his, circling it around the shaft. “Now, you put your hand like this, see, and keep part of your hand over the tip. That’s where most of the nerve endings are.” He explains patiently, like it isn’t his own dick I’m about to jerk for him. He’s not being a pig or making me uncomfortable, and it isn’t weird at all. It’s like he’s teaching me how to drive.

He helps me at first, showing me the motions, keeping himself separated from the moment and not getting lost or caught up in the sensation yet. Then he leaves me to do it myself. When he closes his eyes, my heart starts to jump inside my chest. I’ve never been more excited in my life. “Is that okay?” I ask in a whisper.

“You’re a natural, baby.” He says softly, as his chest rises and falls faster. My hand seems to have the right pressure and placement, but I’m just not sure of the pace, until I start to feel it get harder, and he breathes heavier. His hips start to move with me, and I witness a man coming undone at my touch. It is incredibly exhilarating.

“Mmm...that’s so goooood.” He chuckles softly, as his cock seems to get harder and harder, and longer, too. He is so big, I’m half aroused, half intimidated.

Then I remember something I saw in a porn movie once, and I feel brave, seeing as he’s responding very well to me. I pull my hand up to my mouth and wet it, as he opens his eyes, wondering what’s going on. “Is this gross?” I ask him.

“Baby, that is the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says, lifting so he can kiss me. As my hand finds his impossibly hard cock, and I start pumping him with my wet hand. His kisses become so heated and erotic, as his grunts and moans turn so sexy, like nothing I’ve ever heard before. “God, baby, don’t stop. I’m gonna come in your hand.” He says through a pant. And then he soaks my hand in spurts, as his tongue dips deep into my mouth, and his breathing and moaning changes to labored and intense.

“God....fuck....me.” He grunts, like he’s in disbelief, as the last shots pass through my hand, and then he lowers his head onto the pillow, leaving his hand in my hair, circling a finger through a lock of it. His chest heaves as he lays there, seed all over his belly and soaked all over my hand.

I grab the tissue box from the nightstand and wipe my hand, as he lays there, completely spent. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

“Sorry for the language, darlin’, but that was...hot.” He says through a soft chuckle.

“It was.” I agree, cleaning up his belly.

“You liked that, too?”

“I did. I thought it might be gross, but it wasn’t.”

“No? Well, I’m glad. It’s not the most romantic way to do things, but it was fitting for tonight, anyway.”

“Feel better?”

He tilts his head. “Like a million dollars, love. Thank you.” He rises and kisses my lips.

“You’re welcome. Thankyou.” I say playfully.

He chuckles, pulling me to him. I lay my head on his chest. “Should I go to my room so you can sleep? You must be exhausted.”

“You don’t have to leave. You can sleep right here if you want to.” He combs his fingers through my hair. “Whatever you’re comfortable with is fine by me.”

“Is this normal?”

“Is what normal, love?”

“For you to talk like Snow White?”

He laughs out loud. I lift my head and smile at him. “I suppose, yes. I suppose after a man’s been pleasured by a beautiful woman, he may have a small inclination to look at the world through rose colored glasses.”

“I like you this way.” I say with a smile. “All laid back and relaxed.”

Another chuckle. “I like you this way, too. You have this cute little sparkle in your eyes, darlin’.”

“We had fun.”

“I suppose we did. That's one way of looking at it.”

“I always thought that couples that make sex so serious, it’s kind of creepy, you know? It puts a lot of pressure on the moment. I like it better this way, not all mushy and emotional. I don’t know.”

“That’s part of compatibility, love. What one likes, not everyone else likes, I suppose. That’s how come some couples don’t mix well. But we’re laughing, and we both had a lot of fun, so I guess that means good things for us.”

I lean on his chest, staring into his eyes. “So, how come you didn’t want to have sex with me?”

He shrugs, twirling a lock of my hair through his fingers. “Like I said, darlin’. It ain’t right to take advantage of a woman when she’s been drinking. That’s especially if this is her first time. I’d never want you to look at me like I robbed you of that, love. I’d never be able to live with myself. So, I figured that this was the next best thing.”

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