“Don’t be embarrassed, Jolene. You can’t help what you know or don’t know.” I tease the hem of her shirt up. “Don’t be embarrassed to say exactly what you mean.”
She draws a deep breath, and meets my eyes. “What I’m trying to say is, I know that I can touch you, like you touched me, and make you have an orgasm. But I don’t know…how.”
I lift the hem of her shirt higher. “Discovering that will be part of the fun, for you, I think. And trust me, Jo, I’ll enjoy every second of it, no matter what you do, no matter how you touch me. Like I said, there is no such thing as right or wrong.”
“So you’re not going to tell me?”
I grin. “Nope. For now, just…follow your instincts. Your desires. Do whatever you want. Anything, Jo. There’s nothing that could be wrong.”
She seems to notice that I’m inching her shirt up. “You planning to take that off, or what?”
I grin, and peel her tank top up and off; her small hard breasts bounce gently. Her nipples peak under my gaze. I rub my thumbs over them, and she inhales softly, eyes closing briefly, before opening once more and fixing on my erection.
“Go ahead, Jo,” I murmur. “It’s alright.”
She looks at me with the corner of her lower lip in her teeth, eyes wide, breath coming in swift, deep drafts.
Her right hand drifts slowly from my hip bone to my erection, pauses, and then she grasps me in a small fist. A slight hiss escapes me, and her eyes go to mine, releasing me immediately.
I put my hand on hers. “Don’t mind me. That just feels really amazing.”
She exhales. “Oh, I thought…I don’t know what I thought.” She grasps me again, around the middle of my length. “So it feels good when I just hold it, like this?”
I nod, jerkily. “Yeah. It does.”
Too good. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched by anyone but myself, and even that has been since before I left for Chicago.
I resolve to keep it together. For a while. As long as I can, at least.
But her hand is small and soft and warm.
My resolve to keep myself together is sorely tested immediately—especially when she slides her fist down to the base, and then back up to the top. My eyes flutter into the back of my head, involuntarily. My chest swells, breath halting.
I force my eyes open, look at her.
She’s watching me closely. “Should I…should I stop?”
I swallow hard and shake my head, shrug. “Only if you want to.”
She grasps me in both fists, now, squeezing, twisting. Playing with the feel of me in her hands. Her upper hand is around the head, now, squeezing, and then her thumb presses against the tip, rubbing gently. Toying with the tip, the hole, the rim.
I’m not quite actively holding back, yet, but it feels so good, the way she touches me. I want to make it last forever, and I also just want to have her keep touching me until the inevitable—and imminent—detonation.
I growl as heat builds low in my belly, pressure gathering in me.
She looks at me in consternation. “Did you just…growl?”
I laugh. “Yeah.”
“Should I be concerned?”
I shake my head. “Remember when I was touching you?”
She nods. “Yes. Very clearly.”
“You know how as you got closer and closer to orgasming, you felt more and more…I dunno…desperate? Like, you couldn’t contain yourself, and you couldn’t think straight or entirely control yourself?”
She’s holding me in both hands, then lets go with one hand and plunges that fist from tip to base, slowly.
It’s nearly my undoing.
“Yeah,” she says. “I remember.”
“That’s how you’re making me feel.” I exhale slowly, shakily. “And just full disclosure, here, I’m trying to hold myself back, but you’re making me feel really, really good, and if you keep touching me, I’m gonna come, soon.”
“Would that be bad?”
I shake my head. “No. A little…um, messy.” I huff, blink rapidly as she now slowly slides one hand up and down. “If you want to make me orgasm, touching me like that is how you do it. Fast, slow, squeeze hard, or just a soft touch…it all changes how it feels for me.” I groan, arching backward, hips flexing a little, now. “It all feels …so good. But…um. If—” I’m losing my train of thought, now. “When I come, for one thing, it’s gonna be a mess. It’ll, uh, squirt out of me. My, um, cum, I mean. Whatever you want to call it. And then…and then I’ll…oh god, that’s good. And then I’ll be back to, uh, normal for a while.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I meet her eyes. “God, no. I don’t. But this isn’t about me. It’s about you, Jo. You, exploring…all of this. Me, us, yourself, sexuality.”
She bites down on her lip. “I don’t want to stop. I want to…I want to see what it’s like when you…come. I want to give you an orgasm like you gave me. Make you feel good.” She glances past me, at the shower still running behind us. “Maybe, um…we should…if it’s going to make a mess, maybe we should get in the shower.”
“Yeah.” This pulls me back to something like reality. I’ve had my hands on her hips, this whole time, holding her tightly. “You’d need these off,” I say, tucking my fingers into the elastic at her hips.
She nods. “True.”
I pull them down, slowly, and then she steps out of them, and she’s totally naked with me. She has a thin scrim of fuzz over her sex, the same color as her hair. Regrowing, like the hair on her head. She ducks her chin, not meeting my gaze.
I touch her chin. “Hey, now.”
Her eyes meet mine. “I’m naked.”
I nod. “Me too.”
“I’ve never been totally naked in front of another person, other than my mother.” She sniffs a laugh. “Does mentioning my mom kill the mood?”
I scoff. “You’re still touching me. So…no.”
She grins. Ducks her head again, somewhere between embarrassed and self-conscious.
I touch her chin with my finger, and with my other I trace a line from thigh to belly, skimming over her sex. “You’re beautiful, Jo.”
Hesitantly, her eyes flick to mine. “You…think so?”
I palm her hips, and then cup her bottom. “Yes, Jolene. I find you extraordinarily beautiful.” I brush a hand over her breasts. “The erection you’re touching? You make me that way. Being lucky enough to see your beautiful, amazing, sexy body—Jolene, that’s what gives me an erection.” I meet her eyes. “You. Touching you. Being touched by you. Being naked like this with you. It’s beautiful, and amazing, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”
She laughs. “You feel lucky?”
“Yes, Jolene. I do.” I caress her backside again, and then back up toward the shower. “Let’s get wet, sexy thing.”
She grins. “You really think I’m sexy?”
I adjust the water a little less boiling hot, and then step in, pulling her in with me. Twist so she’s under the spray and close the glass door. Steam swirls between us, and for a moment, we’re not touching each other at all, just naked together in the water. Then I step closer to her and scrape my hand over her hair and cup the back of her head, pull her in for a kiss. Her mouth meets mine, and her tongue seeks mine first.