Page 30 of Stitch
I caught her hand as she started undoing my jeans.
“No. Let me make you come again. Get on the bed.”
Camille backed up and stared at me, with the cutest little frown on her face.
“So… a big old bucket list you made tonight, and nowhere on it was the desire to ever fuck anyone again. Stitch, you’re clearly made of working parts down there. Why don’t you let me touch you?”
Cammy
He was torn, Icould tell, and I wanted to try and prove to him that he didn’t need to be ashamed, or embarrassed. I wasn’t even completely sure that he’d be able to perform, because I wasn’t sure what he’d had done down there, although I had my suspicions.
“Stitch, please… do you really want to go the rest of your life without pleasure? Use me, take your pleasure in me. I want you, any way you’ll have me.”
He backed up and sat on the bed, glancing around the room. At first I thought he was just feeling uneasy, but then he reached for his t-shirt, and I lunged, snatching it out of his hand. I tossed it behind me, not caring where it landed. Despite the noise in his head, he grinned, but it disappeared fast.
“I’m not worth it, girl. I’m just gonna mess you up, and leave you alone. We should stop now, before this goes any further.”
I shook my head, moving over to push him back, so I could straddle his lap. His hands stayed away, bracing him so he didn’t quite lay back.
“Stitch, if you keep denying me, I’m going to take it personally. I’m not this confident, okay, and everything you do to push me away, regardless of your reasons, it hurts me.”
Stitch groaned, and his hands landed on my thighs.
“Trust me, it’s not that I don’t want you, Camille. I want you so fucking badly it hurts, I just don’t know if I’m able to do what I want.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me, Stitch.” I leaned over and sucked on his pierced nipple again, grinning when he let out a low curse.
“Fucking hell, girl, I want to roll us over, and pin you down on the bed, while I fuck your brains out. I want to hear you gasping my name, as I make you come, while I fuck you into oblivion. I want to leave you exhausted, and fucking breathless, and with that satisfied smile a woman gets when she’s been well and truly fucked. I used to be able to do that, but now I just… I just don’t know.”
“Everheard the expression ‘it’s like riding a bike’, or ‘get back on the horse’?”
He laughed. “So are you the bike or the horse? I think calling yourself either is an insult to your beauty, Camille. You’re so fucking far out of my league, what the hell are you doing sitting on top of me right now? You could have anyone, and you seem to want a washed up loser, who can’t even give it to you like you deserve.”
I slid out of his lap and stood in front of him.
“Stitch, I’m naked, I’m wet, and I want you, but if you don’t want to help me out, then get the fuck off my bed, so I can get myself off.”
He burst out laughing, and sat up, dragging me closer, so I stepped between his legs.
“You’re a fucking minx, do you know that?”
He kissed my lips, then lowered his head, and circled one of my nipples with his tongue, and my knees shook as he sucked it into his mouth. His stubbly beard tickled my skin, as he sucked hard and pulled back a little.
“God, Stitch…”
He chuckled quietly, releasing my nipple, and standing up without releasing his hold on my hips.
“You make me want to try, Camille…”
Seventeen
Iwas out ofmy fucking mind with need, and desperate lust for this woman, and even if I was about to fuck things up, I had to try.
I turned us around, and nudged her, so she fell back on the bed with a giggle, and then I reached for my jeans. The pit of fear in my stomach seemed to gape open as I undid the button, and started to slide the zip down, and then I just couldn’t do it. My shoulders slumped, and I felt the terrifying urge to cry, because I was too much of a pussy to even touch my dick.
Camille sat up, and dragged me closer by my belt loops, and wrapped her legs around my ankles, holding me in place. She watched me as she took over with my jeans, easing them over my underwear and down my legs. Amazingly I was mostly still hard, and that wasn’t going away as long as she kept stroking me over my boxers.
“This lovely big dick needs some love, Stitch. Will you let me give him some love?”
