Page 58 of Nobody Wants Me
“Victor!”
My name was an echo of a moan coming from her lips.All I wanted to do was touch her.To stroke her.To feel her.But I didn’t move from her ass, or the back of her head.
Suddenly, she broke the kiss, sitting back just a little, enough for me to look into her eyes.She had gorgeous eyes.They made me want to be with her every second of every single day.That scared the fuck out of me.
“I want you to touch me,” she said.
Then, she surprised me even more by wriggling out of her dress, lifting it up over her head, and tossing it to the side.
Now, she was completely naked.Not a stitch of clothing on.She looked so damn sexy.I hadn’t even realized she wasn’t wearing a bra.We had taken many showers together, and I had gotten her used to seeing me naked.Right now, I was not touching her, but I wanted to.So damn badly.And she had asked me to.I was only doing what she wanted me to do.That is what I kept telling myself, and then I put my hands on her.I couldn’t resist starting at her ass.
On our wedding night, I hadn’t taken the time to explore her body.I hadn’t given myself a chance to do anything, but ...my duty.No wonder she hadn’t wanted me to touch her.
And so, I touched her ass and stared into her eyes.I’d been the one to make her hate the idea of sex.This is why I had been patient.If I had taken my time when we got married, none of this would have happened.I’d have been able to make love to my wife, to enjoy her.I would not make that mistake again.
Curving my hands around to her sides, I slowly begin to move up her body, until my thumbs are just beneath her breasts.Then, I slowly cup her tits and run my thumb across her nipples, doing the same to both breasts.I stroke back and forth, taking my time, watching her reaction.At first, her eyes are on me as I work her body, playing it to a tune I know so well.
Then, I lift up and take it a stage further, as I slide one tongue over one pointed nipple.Just the tip of my tongue, but then I take that nipple into my mouth.I suck it, not too hard, not even using my teeth.She let out a gasp, but it is not one of pain.This is one of pleasure.
I let go of her tit, and then slide my tongue down the valley of her tits, moving toward her other tit, and take that into my mouth.I don’t move on from her tits, as I take my time, lavishing my tongue over each hard nipple.I love the sweet sounds she keeps making.I don’t want her to ever stop making them.They’re better than any kind of music.
Running my hands back down her body, I grip her ass and pull her in close.I’m trying to distract her, because what I want to do next is ...touch her.I want to put my hands on her pussy, but I don’t want to bring back the memory of our wedding night.I didn’t touch her that night.I fucked her, sealing the deal of our marriage.When I touched her pussy now, I wanted to feel how wet she was, and I wanted her to crave it.
Sliding my hands back down her thighs, I run the tips of my fingers up.At the same time, I’m still licking and sucking her tits.I love them.Pressing my face against the mounds and breathing in her soft scent, I don’t want to let her go.And then, I stroke my fingers up the inside of her thighs.I don’t go near her pussy, just close to it, but not touching.Going back down to her knee, and then up.
I heard her sharp intake of breath.“Please, Victor, touch me,” she said.She sounded almost pleading.
Slowly, I started to journey back up the inside of her thigh, and then finally put my hand flat against her pussy.There is a fine dusting of hair at her apex, and I don’t move.Just give her time to get accustomed to me touching her pussy.
I move from one nipple to the other, and then back, before I slide a finger between her slit.I wanted to fist pump the air, because she was soaking wet.My fear was she would be so dry, she wouldn’t be able to get past what I had done.But my wife was aroused, she was soaking wet, and that thrilled me.My own cock was hard as fucking rock.
I don’t sink my finger into her cunt, although that is what I want to do.Taking my time, allowing her to get accustomed to my touch, is important.Lifting a finger up to her swollen clit, I start to stroke it.Slow strokes, taking my time, making her became accustomed to the feel and sensation as I work her clit.
She moaned my name.I loved the sound as it echoed around the room.
Using a second finger at her clit, I made sure to touch her in every place that would heighten her arousal.I felt the change within her body.It was subtle, but I knew she was close to orgasm.
Letting go of her clit, I took the risk, slid my finger down, and using only one, I slowly pressed forward inside her.She was so freaking tight.But then, we had only had sex once, and it had been a disaster.
With one finger knuckle-deep inside her, I wait, giving her time to get accustomed to the feel of me.I feel the ripples of her pussy.She is so close, and I know it will only take a few strokes of her clit and she’d find that release.I want to give it to her.
And so, using my other hand, I start to touch her clit, as I push a second finger inside her cunt, and she let out a little scream.The sound echoed around the room, filling the air, as I took her over the edge and gave Freya her first orgasm.I figured she might have given herself her own orgasms, and there was going to come a time when I would get her to show me.I wanted to see everything with her.
Freya collapsed in my arms afterward, and I knew we had already come a long way.
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Freya
“How do you ...you know ...get a man to see that you want to go to the next level?”I asked The Butcher.
Victor had been replaced by The Butcher just yesterday.
We were out on the sand, and she was teaching me some defensive techniques.I was doing my best to learn them, but I think I was going to have to start hoping for a miracle, or never getting attacked.
The Butcher was on her feet once again without even looking like she had broken a sweat.As for me, I was on the sand, then I got to my feet and looked toward my friend.That was who the Butcher was—she was my friend.Although I didn’t know her age, or her name, or what she liked to do.There was a great deal I didn’t know about her, but I still liked her.I still considered her a friend.
The Butcher stared at me.“Are you asking me for advice on how to get men into bed?”
