“Really? I’m not hurting you, am I?” she asks me when I groan again after she strokes the underside of my cock. I shake my head in reply. This is like torture and the best pleasure I’ve ever had. When her hand fully encircles my cock, I smile at the little noises she makes. So intrigued and enlightened at the same time. “It's hard and yet the skin feels so soft and smooth. And it smells a lot nicer than I imagined.”
I laugh at her assessment. At least I don’t have a smelly cock! “Well, I do wash every now and again, Flower. You’re doing so well. But if you carry on touching me like that, I’m going to cum.”
“Can I make you cum, Tim? Would that be okay?” I discard my jeans but keep my boxers where they are. I sit back down on her sofa and tap for her to sit next to me. “Shall I bring tissues?” she asks.
“Yes, bring tissues. And then come and sit here next to me.” She does as I say and watches me attentively as I stroke my cock. “I have never been more turned on than I am right now. Just the thought of you touching me and everything is ready to just burst out from the anticipation and excitement. I want you to sit next to me so I can kiss your beautiful face while you make me cum… because no one could make me cum like you will.” She bites her bottom lip at my words, her cheeks glow pink, but there is passion in her eyes, an eagerness to please.
“May I?” she asks before taking over on my cock. I tense in order to make it last longer. I have fantasised non-stop about these moments, and now they are here I’m going to blow before we properly get started. “Do I really turn you on, Tim?” she asks me as she awkwardly and beautifully jerks me off.
“I fancy the fucking bones of you. I can’t wait to give you what you’re giving me. I can’t wait for you to be mine. Slow down, Flower, I will blow otherwise; I am so worked up.” She slows her movements, and I don’t miss the smile my praise raises. Those fucking dimples will be the death of me, so cute and innocent, and yet I can already see a cheeky side to her. Once she lets go and is able to fully trust me, we are going to have so much fun. “Ever since that first night, all I have been able to think about is you. Do you know how many times I have had to pleasure myself just thinking of you?”
“You jerk off and think of me?” I don’t know if she is flattered or offended but I’ve got this far on honesty, so I’m sticking with it. I nod my head back at her. “Well, it's only fair if I do this one then.” As she holds my cock more firmly and boldly, and moves her hand more deliberately, I feel my copious load leaving my balls. As hot cum shoots out from me, pouring down the back of her hand, I hear her gasp and mutter, “Oh my word!” under her breath.
“Holy fuck, Lauren!” I try to steady my breathing while looking into her eyes. Hers are filled with wonder and triumph. My cock continues to twitch and pulsate for a while afterwards. “That was… out of this world amazing. Everything feels so much more intense with you. I was falling in love with you. Now you have me hook, line and sinker, Flower.”
We kiss passionately and clean up my mess intermittently in between. I want to reciprocate, I want to give her all the pleasure she has given me, I want to give her a lifetime of pleasure, but I am scared of pushing too far. Tonight has been a lot, and I don’t want to pressure her or overwhelm her.
So instead I lay it out for her what I am willing and want to offer. “I want to touch you, and see you and make you cum, too. I want to give back what you have given me, because that is the best feeling ever.”
“You really genuinely enjoyed tonight?” I make a face at her. I have just cum all over her and she’s asking if I truly enjoyed it. You can’t fake that shit.
“I more than enjoyed it, Lauren. It was the best. I want to take this at your pace. But I also want you to know that I want to do all those things back to you, and then maybe we can do them both together, when you're ready of course.”
She nods her head and smiles. “Okay. But not tonight; that’s far enough for tonight. But I’m free tomorrow night if you are.”
I kiss her in response. She’ll never ever know how much this means to me. For her to trust me and offer herself to me despite her insecurities and lack of confidence is the most humbling and privileging feeling in the world.
My sister asked me last night if Lauren was ‘the one’. There is absolutely no doubt whatsoever in my mind that she is.
The one, the only… my everything.