Page 38 of Pretty Please Me
He scratches his scruff and covers his mouth with his hand as he eyes me for a moment, then his brows lift in delight. A devilish grin spreads across his face as he grabs the shower head and turns the warm water back on. He holds his hand in front of it, carefully adjusting the temperature and pressure until he finally gets it just how he wants.
“Touch yourself.” He hands me the shower head, and I look at him in confusion.
“You want me to wash myself off?” I guess, and he actually laughs.
“Oh, sweet Magnolia, not quite,” he snickers, then takes the shower head, plunging it underneath the water pointed toward my most sensitive spot.
I startle at the sensation, and my breasts bob above the water line as I look at him in complete and utter shock. My bubble blanket is long gone as I sit before him, hot, sweaty, and fully aroused in the bathtub, the shower head pulsing to reveal an entirely new sensation in my body.
Warmth pools in my belly as tingles shoot up and down my legs. I feel as if my every cell has awakened and is wholly exposed to the most exquisite pleasure I’ve ever known. My clit throbs, begging for relief as the steady pressure threatens to take my breath away.
“Oh my God,” I whimper as my breath hitches, not knowing whether to speed up or slow down. I throw my head back against the tub, back arching as the steady pressure slowly unravels me bit by bit. “What’s happening?” I moan, but I have a strong feeling I know just what’s about to happen, though I can hardly believe it.
“Fuck, Magnolia, you look so hot pleasuring yourself,” Sam growls. I let my body move through the waves of pleasure, not caring how I must look as I completely lose control in front of Sam. At this moment, only one thing is on my mind, and I’m so close.
I bite my lip to keep from crying out as pleasure rips through me, my sex pulsing and hungry to be filled. When I open my eyes, I see Sam wearing a pained expression as his hardened cock strains beneath his pants.
I bite my lip, letting my eyes trail down his body and then back up, an unspoken challenge.
With a tortured sigh, he slowly unbuckles his belt, never taking his eyes off me.
I wiggle and writhe as pleasure coats every inch of my skin like warm candle wax.
He unzips his pants and grips his bare cock letting out a sexy groan as his eyes fill with lust.
I watch him begin to pump his cock. His movements slow at first, then steadily increasing as he works himself harder and faster.
“Oh God,” the sight is almost too much, and I want to surrender to my impending orgasm, but I also don’t want it to end. I’ve never seen a man masturbate, nor did I expect I’d enjoy it, but knowing that I’m the reason he’s losing control only adds to my arousal.
I maneuver the shower head in small circles to deliver an entirely new sensation and spread my legs wider, so hungry for relief that I cry out a moan, unable to control my body’s responses.
“Pinch your nipple with your free hand and play with your breast,” Sam commands, and I don’t hesitate to follow his orders.
After bringing the sensation to my nipples, I almost lose it but manage to hold on a little longer. I’m so needy for something—I just don’t know what it is—that I want to do is explode. All I can hear are our panting breaths as we bring ourselves closer to the edge.
“Christ, your tits are perfect. I can’t wait to sink my cock into you and show you how a real man fucks. You could have my hands on you right now, but this is your punishment. I want you to bring yourself to orgasm right now in front of me. I want to watch you fall apart and see the moment you realize what your body is capable of feeling. How you deserve to feel when you’re alone or with a man.”
The sensation builds, and my whole body tenses, ready to fall over the edge as Sam’s sexy voice guides me. “Oh, God, Sam. It’s so… so–”
“Come for me. Make yourself come while I watch you fall apart, your perfect tits wet and bouncing as you scream. Next time, you’ll have my tongue, or my hands, or my cock to fill you up. That’s what’s missing, isn’t it? You wish you had my cock to stretch you out, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” I cry out as every muscle in my body tightens, and a jolt of pleasure rips through me. I feel as if I’m being swallowed up whole, tossed to and fro in the ocean, unable to control my body as pleasure shoots through me in every direction. A bright white light flashes before my eyes, and I can’t say what is up from down. Then the tension releases, every muscle goes limp, and suddenly, I’m floating.
I take a few moments to steady my breathing as I return to my body, every sensation feeling slightly different than it did a few moments ago. My eyelids flutter open, and Sam sits in front of me, disheveled and sated, as he buckles his pants. His pristinely combed hair sticks up a little on top, and his cheeks are flushed, lips parted and swollen. His dress shirt is wrinkled and unbuttoned at the top. And among everything, I notice a pain in his eyes that wasn’t there before.
I knit my brows in confusion. “You okay? Are you… mad at me?” I manage to ask, feeling extremely exposed. I wrap my arms around myself, and Sam shakes his head as he stands.
“Nothing about what just happened could ever make me feel anything but adoration for you.” He holds out a towel for me to step into, and I reluctantly oblige.
After wrapping me in the warm, soft towel, he pulls me into a tight hug. I tuck myself into him as he props his chin on top of my head, then lifts it to kiss me there. “I think it’s safe to say you just gave yourself your very first orgasm.” His voice comes out deep and calm like he’s proud of me.
I tuck myself into him a little tighter, and he squeezes me just as the first of my tears starts to fall. I don’t try to hide it as I let my sobs bubble out of me, messy, fitful, and effervescent. Just like that, I’ve unlocked years of pent-up emotions with my release.
“Shh, I’ve got you, love. You’re safe with me,” Sam whispers into my ear as he rubs his hand up and down my back. “It’s normal to feel emotional your first time. I can’t imagine what you must be feeling right now.”
After a minute or two… or maybe even an hour… I finally settle. My breathing deepens, and I wipe the tears and snot from my face with the back of my arm. Surprisingly, I feel safe and not embarrassed at all. I can’t imagine being so vulnerable with anyone.
“Come on. You’re going to sleep with me tonight.” Sam pulls me with him, keeping me tucked tightly underneath his arm as he leads me down the hall to his bedroom.
