Page 79 of Stroked Hard
“I’m scared.”
I nod. “I know you are, baby. We can take it slow.”
She shifts under me, her hips rubbing against mine. I stifle a groan from the intimate contact. Hold your shit together, man. She doesn’t need you poking her with your dick right now.
Timidly, her hands find the hem of my shirt and slip under the fabric, touching my skin that seems to be burning up all of a sudden. I suck in a breath when her fingers graze along the waistline of my boxer briefs.
“Melony,” I suck in hard. “What are you doing?”
Uncertainty is clear in her eyes as she says, “I need this. Please just give me this, make me feel wanted.”
Well, fuck, that’s not a problem at all. I’ve wanted her from the moment I met her. I’ve dreamt of her asking me for what she’s asking me right now. I’ve thought of all the ways I could worship her body, of the ways I could make her scream my name.
But it doesn’t seem appropriate right now. I don’t want her to have sex with me because she’s trying to fill an empty hole in her heart.
“Baby, I don’t—”
“Please.” Her eyes . . . they’re somehow shining up at me, begging me to make the pain go away.
Fuck. Me.
I can’t say no to that look. There is no way in fuck I cannot give her what she wants, especially when she’s looking at me like that.
I take a deep breath. If I’m going to do this, then I’m going to do it slow and show her how special she really is.
Sitting back, I reach over my head and grab the back of my shirt. Slowly, I pull it over my head and watch Melony’s eyes morph from sorrow to lust. I pull my shirt off my arms and toss it to the side, her eyes trained on my abs the whole time. Moving my hands down my stomach, I reach the button of my jeans and undo it along with the zipper, but I leave my pants on. She can take them off for me when she’s ready.
I straddle her legs, and lean forward. More than anything I want to strip her down, take in every naked inch of her, but this is going to be slow, and well thought out. I don’t want to rush anything.
Lowering to my elbows, I encase her face and brush her hair away along with any excess moisture from her tears. My thumbs caress her cheek softly, letting her feel my touch and the loving energy coming from me.
“You’re so beautiful, Melony. You take my fucking breath away every time you enter the room.”
Her eyes water and I take that as a good sign.
I close the distance between us and gently press my lips against hers, kissing her gently with only my lips, never going deeper, just exploring, reveling in how soft she is. Her tongue runs along my lips, wanting more, but I keep it simple. I’m attempting to reach back to the basics and let her feel the connection between two souls.
I can tell my pace is too slow for her by the way her hips move against mine, by the way her tongue searches for more, and by the way her hands explore my body. Even though I’m going slow, my dick doesn’t seem to be getting the message because just from Melony’s minor exploration, I’m rock hard and I know she can feel my erection by the way she’s moving her hips against mine.
But I have fucking willpower and will focus on one thing and one thing alone: her lips. I caress them with mine, lightly nibbling every once in a while, making out with her like I’m back in grade school. The simple act of a kiss is important; it helps you convey the emotions running through you.And I love kissing her.
Anyone can fuck someone senseless, but to kiss another human being with passion, that takes finesse, it takes patience and self-control. It takes selflessness.
Moaning, she moves her hands up my stomach to my pecs where she presses into them, her thumbs running over my nipples.
Oh fucking hell that feels good. She’s tempting me, and hell, I can’t help it, I give in a little by opening my mouth and allowing her access. Her tongue darts past my lips and seeks out mine, tangling them erotically together. Her pace is relentless, needy, a stark contrast to mine, but I hold steady as she massages my fucking nipples and attacks me with her tongue.
Fuck, she feels so perfect, so good. Everything she’s doing is feeling so damn . . .
“Fuuuck,” I moan, my head pulling away as she pinches my right nipple between her index finger and thumb. Oh fuck me, my dick just knocked on my zipper, begging to be freed. “Baby,” I say on a heavy breath. “You have to slow . . . oh fuck,” I say again as she pinches my other nipple a jolt of electricity running straight to my already throbbing cock.
Shit, when did I become a nipple man? At this rate I’ll be coming in my pants with two more squeezes. Needing to bring this girl back to my level, I lean back, grip her hands and bring them above her head where I secure them, but that doesn’t stop her hips from rubbing against mine.
“You’re so hard,” she says breathlessly, her hips moving faster against mine. Her legs spreading so I’m no longer straddling her but she’s encasing me with her legs, which wrap around my back. Her heat presses directly against my hardened length. The friction she creates is almost unbearable between the clothing we’re wearing. What the fuck would it feel like if we were naked?
Pure, unadulterated heaven. That’s my fucking guess.
Needing to slow her down, one hand pins her wrists over her head and I move the other to steady her hips, pressing them down in the mattress, away from my ready-to-burst cock.
