The One with the Frorgasms
Holy shit, my hand is on Eddie’s cock.
This was certainly not a part of the plan. This is the exact opposite of what I had resolved to accomplish this year. But heiswearing gray sweatpants. And hedidjust give me the first or possiblyseveralof the first orgasms that I’ve ever experienced with another person, so it would be rude not to thank him and return the favor.
Did I just have multiple orgasms?
Is that really a thing?
From fingers and hands andoh Godhis mouth and tongue on my neck.
Takethat, frequent flyers! Who gets spooned and fingerbanged while lying down in a private room on a commercial flight? No one, that’s who.
He is so hard and so very erect. I stroke the length of him over his sweatpants.How are you not the cockiest man on earth, Eddie Cannavale? Oh my God!This is a magnificent male sexual organ. I’m so proud of him.
He kisses my neck, up to that spot, that spot right behind my ear, and oh God, oh God, oh God, how did he know to kiss me there? How did he know to curl his fingers inside me and touch that spot? He groans and exhales, groans and exhales, and it’s such a rush to know that I’m making him feel good.
I want to make him feel so much better than good.
I’m goin’ in.
I reach down under the waistband of his sweatpants, under the waistband of his boxer briefs, and cup my hand over the head of his cock. His skin is so warm and smooth. He sucks in a breath when I twist my palm over it, sliding down and then up and then down, slowly, delicately.
He grips my shoulders and rocks his hips, slowly, gently.
It’s nighttime, and I’m still a little tipsy and the train is rocking us around like one of those coin-operated beds they used to have in cheap motels. I have no doubt that I will regret this in the morning because my heart won’t be able to handle this, and I know for a fact that my brain will ruin everything. But our bodies deserve this, and merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, this feels like a sex dream. And you do not want to wake a person up in the middle of a sex dream. So, I will see this through.
I just hope my hands and fingers are as talented and skilled as his.
And I hope I can bring him to completion without having to face him because I can’t look at him. I can’t look at Eddie’s face, into his eyes, when I’m touching his penis. I can’t kiss him on the mouth when we’re both topless like this.
Now I understand why Julia Roberts had that No Kissing rule inPretty Woman.
I will work that cock like an unpaid pro.
Or like a very good friend who is totally capable of understanding that sometimes sex really is just sex.
But it is just too awkward, doing this at this angle, so I turn around to face him, but I keep my head down. It’s not completely dark. I could still see his features, but I still don’t want to. I push his shoulders, so he’ll lie back, slide my hands down his arms, grab his wrists and move his hands up to clasp behind his head. He stays like that for me.
I loved it when he was talking dirty to me, but the sound of his heavy breathing, the sound of him trying to control his breaths, is just as sexy.
I lower myself a little to let my nipples skim across his chest, just once.
He sighs, and it’s so beautiful.
His jaw must be so tense right now.
I glance up quickly because I just know his eyes are closed. His neck is arched and his whole body is tensed up. I want so badly to kiss him on the mouth, but I can’t.
So, I kiss the crook of his neck, just once. He tries to kiss me, but I move away.
I let my hands explore his hard chest and then his abs, those perfect, flirtatious abs, as they travel down. Glide my fingertips around, soft and slow.
He is beautiful, everywhere, inside and out. I know this even when I’m not looking at him.
He shivers.
“Are you cold?”