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“How do you get there the easiest? Sex doesn’t always need to be about coming, but if I can help get you there, I want to do that. Do you use toys? Bring one of them out.”
I didn’t have the capacity to say anything, and James seemed to understand that, patiently waiting for me to make the next move. I reached over to my nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out my favorite air pulse vibrator.
“Do you want to use it on yourself so you can have it exactly as you need it? Or do you want me to do it?”
“Can you put your fingers back in me while I use it?” The words came out so quiet I wasn’t sure if he could hear me. But he just smiled in response, kissing my forehead.
“Whatever you need, NikNak,” he replied sweetly, helping me as I shoved my panties down and tossed them on floor. He watched between my legs hungrily as I turned the toy on, situating it between my legs, directly over my oversensitized clit. I cried out, back arching as the pulses sent lightning zapping from my clit through the rest of my body. James waited only a moment before pushing his fingers back inside me, curling them again and making a come-hither motion against my inner walls.
It was just a few more seconds of the combined sensations before I came, and camehard, body locked up so tight I couldn’t breathe for a moment, which only made it feel like it lasted even longer. My eyes were slammed shut, and my hand fell limply to the mattress. The toy buzzed away next to me as James continued moving his fingers slowly, bringing me back down to earth.
“You are so beautiful when you come, Nikki.” My eyes were still closed, but I could hear the reverence in his voice as hewhispered to me. I lay there panting as he continued to whisper sweet nothings, his hand brushing gently against my head, scratching through my hair in a sensation that sent the pleasant buzzing back into my mind.
I couldn't remember the last time I felt so relaxed, my brain quieter than it ever was outside of being high. It was only then that I realized this was the first time I’d ever been fully naked in front of him. Surprisingly, but happily, I didn’t feel self-conscious at all. He always made me feel so safe and cared for.
When I finally felt like a human again, I opened my eyes back up, seeing that James was simply watching me, a small smile on his face.
“Better?” he asked, the slightest hint of amusement in his voice.
I smiled back sheepishly. “Someday, I’m gonna come with you without crying, I swear.”
He laughed as he curled his body into mine. I felt the hardness of his erection at my hip.
A devilish smile grew on my lips, and I used the element of surprise to push him on his back, moving to straddle his thighs on my knees.
“My turn.”
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Babygirl - Maddie Zahm
Mydickjumpedather words.Fuck, how was she so hot all the time? “You… You don’t have to worry about that if you don’twant to,” I replied shakily, even as my dick yelled at me to shut the fuck up.
Her eyes snapped up to mine from where she’d been staring at the erection trying to punch a hole through my sweats. “I really, really want to,” she replied, voice sure and steady.
I gulped at the heat in her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. The words rushed out of me, begging for relief. “Then god yes, I want nothing more than to see your hands on my cock.”And your mouth, and your tongue, and your cunt, my dick supplied, but I ignored that.Baby steps, I had to remind myself.
For all her sudden bravado, she looked a little uncertain when her gaze landed back down on my crotch. Her ass was resting on my thighs, but she rose to her knees to kneel over me so she could pull down my boxers until I could kick them off my ankles and onto the floor. My dick snapped out, sticking angrily into the air, curving back slightly towards my stomach.
Nikki leaned forward, bracing herself with one hand on my hip, tracing the other slowly up my thigh and towards my aching cock that twitched as the anticipation built. Finally, her hand reached my dick, and she traced a finger softly up the shaft.
“Fuck,” I groaned. I closed my eyes, my head falling back as I let her take her time, exploring my dick with her fingers. It was torture in the best way. Her fingers were soft and warm, and I swear I was more turned on than I had ever been.
I lifted my head back up to beg her to end the teasing and touch me for real. She saw the movement before I could say anything, and I must have looked like I was in serious pain, because her hand stopped, a sheepish smile playing on her lips.
“I’m sorry.” She giggled, biting her lip. “To be honest, I’ve always been so fascinated about a hard dick. What it would feel like.” God, this woman just did something to me. Her look turned sultry as she finally, finally wrapped her fingers aroundthe base of my dick, giving a tentative squeeze. “Will you tell me what you like? I want to make this good for you.”
I couldn’t look at her with my dick in her hand as she asked how to make it good for me without coming on the spot. I could not come five seconds after she touched me. I would not.
OK, James, think something unsexy. Let’s try saying the alphabet backwards. Z, y, x… uhhhh.Damn, I was bad at this. At least I hadn't embarrassed myself and exploded yet.
I realized I still hadn’t responded to her yet, her eyes flicking over my face, a question in her gaze. “Yes.” My voice came out much hoarser than expected. “I’ll tell you what to do.”
She waited patiently, squeezing her hand around the base of my dick again. “Spit on it,” I demanded. Nikki’s eyes went wide, pupils swallowing the blue. She licked her lips, squirming on my thighs, and leaned over to spit on my dick. Without waiting for me to say it, she dragged her hand up and down my shaft, spreading the wetness. Circling once over the head, she gathered the pre-cum there, combining with her spit to slick her hand.
“Mmmm, god, that feels so good,” I groaned, closing my eyes again as she continued moving her hand on me. “Now close your fist tighter and squeeze my cock like you mean it.” I heard her sharp inhale before her hand tightened and continued to move at the same torturously slow pace.
