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Nikki lifted her ass, dragging the panties down her thick thighs. She flung them to the floor, and I finally got to see what I had been dying for.
Her pussy was fat and covered in a thin layer of dark curls. She used one hand to part her lips, revealing her wet, pink heat to me, and I moaned at the sight. Holding herself open with her left hand, she got to work with her right. She didn’t take it slow and tease herself—no, she went straight to her clit, rubbing firm circles around the bud, closer and closer with each rotation, spreading her wetness until her fingers were slick with it. I pressed a hand against my throbbing dick, anything to ease the ache.
She was breathing hard enough for me to hear each inhale and exhale at this point and to see how her breasts rose just over the dome of her stomach, especially on each inhale. Finally, her fingers rubbed directly over her clit, and her back arched up off the bed, her toes curling into the sheets. Her fingers turned frenzied, moving so fast they were almost a blur. Fuck, she was already on the edge, her legs shaking as her body jerked on the bed.
One more moment and she cried out as she fell, her body seizing up in pleasure before crashing back down the bed. Her pants echoed in the silence of the room as she came down from her high. I was so hard by this point it was painful, my cock leaking enough pre-cum to soak a spot through the fabric of my sweats.
Nikki’s heels slid off the bed, thumping to the floor. She laid like that for a moment before slowly lifting herself up on her elbows to look at me. Her eyes were glassy with that post-coming pleasure—until she looked down to see just how badly I was tenting my sweats. Then her eyes blazed with hunger as she licked her lips.
Her voice raw with need. “Your turn.”
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IwatchedasJamesswallowed hard, and it made me feel bold, powerful.
“You want me to touch my cock for you, darling?”
“Yes.” The word came out on a sigh, my eyes locked on his impressive bulge. “I show you mine, you show me yours, right?”
I swear it looked like he was about to come right then.
“Fuck yes,” he breathed the words, already standing up and reaching back to pull the T-shirt over his head. He tossed it to the ground and shucked his sweats next until he stood in front of me wearing nothing but his boxers. His thighs weren’t quite as large as mine, but almost. His chest was soft, his pecs slightly rounded, jiggling with his movements. His stomach was rounded as well, pushing just over the waistband of his boxers.
James slid his hand along the length of his dick, straining against the fabric of his boxers, and briefly squeezed the head. He finally pulled the underwear down, his dick springing free to slap against his stomach, and my mouth went dry.
The head was red and swollen, dripping pre-cum down the shaft, which he used to pull down and lubricate his dick. Grabbing the base, he squeezed firmly, groaning at his own touch. He sat back down in the chair, spreading his legs until I could see his balls, tensed up beneath his dick. I licked my lips at the sight, and he groaned again, “Fuck, Nikki, I’m gonna come right now if you keep looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to eat me,” he growled, stroking up his dick slowly. His stared at me through lidded eyes as his strokes started getting faster and faster, his hand twisting on each one. I could feel myself getting wet again from watching him, and I let my legs fall open, my hand traveling down my stomach to where I ached most. I think I enjoyed watching him just as much as I enjoyed him watching me.
“Mmm, you like it when I talk to you, huh?” his voice rumbled as he continued stroking himself, squeezing the head.
A small laugh huffed out of me as my clit throbbed at his words. “I didn’t think I would, but fuck, I really do.” I beganrubbing my clit again as I spoke, the words coming out of me in a whine.
“Fuck, darling, I’m already close,” James panted. I could hear the slick sounds of his hand over his dick, and I watched as he reached his other hand down to squeeze his balls.
My fingers moved faster at the sight. “Me too,” I cried out. It only took another few strokes before James finally reached his peak, groaning as he came in spurts all over his stomach.
Watching him come sent off my own orgasm, my body locking in pleasure once again as my back arched off the bed. We stared at each other, panting through our comedowns. Had I really just masturbated in front of someone? In front ofJames? Twice?
I don’t think I’d ever been that bold before in my life. But the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Demisexuality was such a nuanced experience, and so many people got it wrong. They couldn’t understand our sexual attraction and libido were two separate things. And sure, I hadn’t felt sexual attraction for many people in my life yet, but that didn’t mean I didn’t feel desire, horniness—whatever you wanted to call it.
But here with James, someone I trusted and felt safe with, touching myself to the idea of being touched was a safe way for me to explore that desire. A way for me to get more comfortable with him before we actually touched each other.
As someone who wasn’t good with casual intimate touches, I could go weeks without being touched by another human being without even realizing it. All of these thoughts were swirling around in my head, faster than I could keep a hold of, and all at once that post orgasm release of tension hit me, and my eyes started watering.
Why did I always let myself get so touch-starved without even realizing it?
I sat up, turning away from James so he couldn’t see the tears sliding down my cheeks. I picked my underwear back up and slidthem over my hips. He didn’t say anything at first, but I could feel his eyes on me. I heard the sounds of tissue wiping along skin, probably cleaning himself up, and then the sound of him sliding his clothes back on behind me.
“Nikki?” His voice was quiet, unsure from behind me. “What’s wrong?”
I sniffed, rummaging in my closet for the softest T-shirt I could find, feeling too exposed and raw. "It’s fine,” I mumbled, keeping my voice as steady as possible—but I don’t think I was very successful.
