Page 49 of Stag

Claudia smiled, leaning closer to press her lips against mine, and even that sent my dick jerking in my jeans, twitching against the confines of the unbearable denim crushing it. Fuck, this was the most perfect, and most agonising moment, all at once.

“That’s okay,” she whispered, pulling back to smile at me again. Her cheeks were pinker than before, her pupils dilated, and her breathing was speeding up, even though we’d stopped doing anything.

“It’s not,” I grumbled, as all of her physical responses to me were pushing me ever closer to finishing early, and ending this before it even began.

“I’ll take it as a compliment, Stag. It’s the highest compliment a man could give a woman, to be so overcome by her that he can’t control his reaction.”

Yeah, it sounds really fucking hot. Not. I didn’t want to let her down that way, even if she declared it’d be flattering. It wouldn’t. It’d cut things really fucking short.

I lowered my hands, gutted to no longer be touching the soft mounds of flesh topped with those pert little nipples that loved to be stroked.

“Stag, don’t stop.”

I didn’t want to. “I need a minute, or this’ll be over way too fast.”

Claudia reached one hand behind her, and eased her bra off, and fuck me, now I can see everything. I can see those dark nipples, standing proud on the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen. I mean, they’re real. They’re not on a screen while I’ve got my dick in my hand. They’re right here. She is.

Claudia

He was losing his nerve, or losing interest, and I didn’t want that. I was so aroused that I wanted more. I wanted everything, but was I pressuring him? Moving too fast? Was he feeling pushed into this?

“We can stop if you want,” I finally said, reluctantly as hell, because he was so enticing, so sexy and sweet, and it was the last thing I wanted.

“I’m sorry,” Stag said, trying to sign it at the same time, closing his fist and pressing it against his chest, a jagged circular motion. It was almost perfect. A little sloppy as his hand seemed to be unsteady, but I appreciated the gesture.

He lurched up from the bed, anguish painted across his face. He was worried about going off too fast, and I was close myself, wanting some relief, to be touched, to be stroked and caressed, kissed… and I was missing something so simple.

“Is it too nosy to ask if you’ve had blow jobs before?”

Stag’s eyes widened, and he shook his head slowly, but whether it was an answer or his reaction to my question, I couldn’t tell.

“Stag?”

“No, okay? Women don’t fucking like me, I told you this.”

I stood up, following him as he paced, catching his face in my hands again, because when he was like this, I risked missing something he said. I wished I could hear him, hear his voice, know what he sounded like. If he moaned or gasped during sex, I wouldn’t hear that either. It bothered me more than missing any other sounds did, because I wanted to hear them, to know I was giving him pleasure.

“Stag, I want to do that for you. Can… I can get on my knees right here if you-”

“No! I don’t want you on your knees, not for me. I’m not worth that.”

I chewed my cheek as I stared at him, wishing I could say the right thing to make him feel comfortable right now.

“Will you strip off for me? Let me see you?”

His hand cupped the back of his neck as he looked away from me for a moment, and then he nodded. Thank god, he nodded.

“I’ll strip too,” I offered, and then we were shedding clothes, my bottom half only, since I was already topless, and him shedding everything but his boxers. I couldn’t help smiling at them. They had what looked like dancing goats all over them. My smile became a giggle, and he looked down, suddenly covering himself.

“Fuck.”

I watched his lips as he spoke. “How fucking embarrassing. I’m not getting any cool points tonight.”

I rested my hands on his shoulders and walked him back to the bed.

“On the contrary, you’re doing nothing except making me want you more, and I only go for cool guys.”

He moved up onto the bed, and started wriggling up it, while I kept a cheeky grip on his boxers, so he was helping me ease him out of them. He even tried reaching for them once, but soon gave in and let it happen.