Page 33 of The Cannon
He’s moaning now and my heart is racing as the orgasm builds. I’m close.
“Maybe just a little but…oh, god…god…Bristol… here it comes!”
In the most sensual and lust-filled scene of my life, I burst free. Exploding in an orgasmic fireball of feeling. He’s not here with me, but I hear his release. It’s all man. Unconfined, uncontrolled, powerful. His voice rises as the orgasm takes over every other part of him.
It makes my own last longer than ever before. I’m throbbing with a beat that builds as he’s coming. Somehow we’re connected.
“Ohhhh, fuck me! Fuck me, Bristol!”
“Take it all!”
The sensation reaches its peak and begins the retreat. I’ve grabbed the sheet and scrunched it between my legs, grinding to feel every last sensation. My heart is pumping like a jack hammer. We both start to laugh because what just happened was unplanned. Maybe that’s why it was so fucking great. I didn’t overthink.
His breathing is still labored. A long sigh carries from his room to mine. “What the fuck was that?”
“Whatever it was I liked it,” I say as my heart attempts to calm itself.
He takes in a breath through clenched teeth. I picture his lips puckering as a satisfied sound accompanies the exhale. “Okay, that’s it Bristol. What the hell are we waiting for?”
“We need to be in the same city for one.”
“The team’s coming back day after tomorrow. Be ready.”
That makes my already tender pussy twitch.
“The party is the next night. The day after that you don’t have a game, right?”
“I’m all yours for two days. Well, one and a half anyway.”
“I want to talk to you about something before we make love. So, let’s enjoy the night dancing and being charmed by each other. Then maybe it’ll happen,” I say.
There’s a pause on the other side of the connection while he digests what was said. “Tell me now.”
“I don’t want to ruin this night,” I say softly.
“What could possibly do that? Are you actually a man? That’s about the only thing that could change how I feel. Just tell me.”
I take a deep breath and decide maybe I should tell him over the phone. At least then I don’t have to look at his face when I deliver the news. I take a deep breath.
“Alright. Well, the ugly truth is…oh god.”
“Just say it.”
“I’ve never been brought to orgasm through intercourse. I don’t know if it’s my anatomy or it’s psychological or what. But the only way I can come is by my own hand. And that’s okay. Really. I still enjoy it. I’m not a prude and at least I can get the job done that way. Anyway, I don’t want you to be dissatisfied or disappointed when it doesn’t happen. It’s not you, but me. There. That’s my sad reality. Ironic really, for a doctor. I can’t fix my own problem.”
I hear the air leaving his lungs in a long sigh.Shit. Did I just ruin everything?
“Bristol. All I hear is that the right man has never found the key. What about oral sex? Can you come that way?”
“I don’t know. I never let a man try. Well, once I did, but he was at it so long I went numb.”
Oh my god it’s almost painful to admit.
“Challenge accepted.”
“I wasn’t challenging you.”
“Let me rephrase. We’re going to go at your pace, and under your rules. If it feels good you’ll let me please you. If it doesn’t we try something else. How about that?”
