by Erin Wright
His fingers were drawing lazy circles on her skin as he spoke softly. “Hannah, I ain’t had sex in years. A little more of a wait ain’t gonna kill me, no matter what my ball sac says.” She laughed, her cheeks blazing a brilliant red at his words. Sure, she was laying naked in the circle of his arms, but that didn’t mean she was used to this sort of thing. “I don’t know how much porn you’ve watched or naughty stories you’ve read over the years, but me layin’ on top of you ain’t the only way we can do this, and considering what Dickwad did, I’m thinkin’ it surely ain’t the best way, at least not right now.” She snorted a little at the name ‘Dickwad’ and he grinned at her, pleased as punch with himself. “Did you see what I did there?” he asked with a wink. “He’s a dickwad for sure, but his name is also Richard, so…”
“Yeah, I caught that,” she said dryly, wanting him to move on to the part where they discussed different sex positions. She wasn’t about to actually answer his rhetorical question, but no, she’d never watched porn or read ‘naughty stories,’ as he put it. Her knowledge of sex was what little she’d gleaned while listening to others talk about it in whispered voices. Most people wouldn’t believe that a 34-year-old woman could be as ignorant as she was, but then again, even Hannah knew her story wasn’t a normal one.
Thanks, Dickwad.
“So, I think we oughta try me just layin’ here, as still as a stone, and you can do what you like to me.” He rolled over onto his back and put his hands down by his side, even closing his eyes so he wasn’t intimidating her by watching her every movement.
Still, he was a guy and he was naked and he wanted her to “do what she wanted” to him, which officially made him the most intimidating person on the face of the planet. She sat up cross-legged next to him and looked down at his body, not really sure what to do. Her dad had always been a modest guy, so he’d worn an undershirt even around the house or while out swimming. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d even seen his chest, let alone the rest of him.
And Dickwad – she was sure growing to love that name for him – well, that didn’t even bear thinking about. She surely hadn’t laid there and explored his body carefully while he raped her.
But even as she hesitated, Elijah didn’t move a muscle. He didn’t demand that she hurry up; he didn’t even give her any pointers, which honestly, she rather wished he would. He just laid there, still as a stone as promised, and waited.
So, she took a deep breath and reached out her right hand to stroke up his side. His skin was soft, over the muscles of his—
He began shaking under her touch and horrified, her eyes flew up to his. “You’re ticklin’ me,” he said, his eyes firmly clamped shut. “It’s fine; I just…my sides are ticklish, is all.”
“I didn’t know,” she said apologetically. Mylanta, it was just like her to go for sexy and instead end up tickling the man. Weren’t there manuals for this sort of thing that she could read and study up on so she didn’t end up making such a fool of herself?
“I know, and like I said, it’s okay. Nothin’ you do is wrong. I’m just a-layin’ here. You do what you like.”
She bit down on her bottom lip with a silent groan. She didn’t know what she liked, though. She wished they’d start with what he liked, except…well, he’d tried that, hadn’t he, and she’d ended up curled up in a ball, sobbing hysterically.
She bit back the desire to ask him what to do, and instead forced herself to touch his pecs instead, staying far away from his ticklish sides. His flat nipples hardened up at her touch, and so she ran her fingertips over them, interested to see what they felt like, and heard a quiet groan as she did so. Worried, her eyes flew back up to his, but even as naïve and ignorant as she was, she knew that wasn’t a look of pain on his face.
He was liking it. He was liking her touch.
Emboldened, she leaned over and licked the hard nipple. He groaned louder this time and she felt a silly little grin cross her face. Maybe she wasn’t the world’s worst lover after all. So she tried wrapping her lips around his nipple and sucking, which was when he bucked his hips. Just once and then he laid there, not moving a muscle. She pulled back worriedly anyway, and studied his face.
His face that was covered with sweat from the effort of keeping still; his fists balled by his sides as he fought himself not to reach for her.
This time, she smirked. She, Worst Lover Ever, was driving Elijah nuts.
Yeah, she didn’t mind this one bit.
Chapter 28
Elijah
This was either the worst idea he’d ever come up with, or the best. It’d be the best one if he managed to live through it, but at the moment…
She was slowly but surely drivin’ him absolutely insane.
It weren’t a fact he bragged about in the men’s locker room, that was for damn sure, but the truth of the matter was, he’d only ever slept with one person. He’d lost his virginity to Sarah, who’d been with plenty of guys before him and knew just what she liked and how she liked it. She’d bluntly bossed him around in the bedroom, makin’ sure he did everythin’ she wanted, and…well, that never changed.
But the stop ‘n go of tonight, after the longest dry spell of his life, and now her explorin’ him without him able to do a thing in return…
Yeah, worst idea ever.
Then, her warm breath washed over his dick as she shifted her weight to explore his legs, and Elijah weren’t sure if he wanted to scream or cry. He counted back from ten to one as she wrapped her soft fingers around his dick, then twenty-five to one as she probed it like you would a slab of meat on your plate. He quickly moved onto singing nursery songs – strangely, the only song he could think of at the moment was Mary Had a Little Lamb – as her fingers drifted up and down the hardest hard-on he’d ever had in his life.
Fleece was white as snoooooooowwwwwww…
He screwed his eyes shut, panting. He was gonna come. There weren’t no way he’d be able to stop it. She didn’t have the slightest idea of what she were doin’ and instead of being a turn-off, his dick was lovin’ every bit of it.
It washed over him – his back was archin’ and everythin’ was comin’ outta him and he couldn’t breathe or see or think but just feel the relief in his nut sac as his cum shot outta him.
Finally, the world came back into focus and he blearily opened his eyes to look up at Hannah who had a look of horrified fascination on her face. “Is that what happens when a male ejaculates?” she whispered.
He laughed a little then. He couldn’t help it. “I ain’t laughin’ at you,” he said quickly, before she could get mad at him. “Just your words. Ummm…yeah, that’s what happens when a male ejaculates.” He repeated her formal wording, his mouth twitchin’ as he said the words. He weren’t the most practiced guy on the planet, but compared to her, he were practically a manwhore. “Usually, I’d be doin’ it inside of you, but it’s been a real long time since I’ve had anyone helpin’ me along except me, and…I lost control. I’m sorry.”
She nodded as if she was understanding him, and then licked hesitantly at the cum that’d happened to land on her hand. “I always wondered what it tasted like,” she said matter-of-factly after she ran her tongue across the white blob. Elijah felt the offer practically strangle him in an effort to tumble off his tongue – I’ll let you taste mine anytime you want – but swallowed.
Hard.
He looked around her bedroom for a box of Kleenexes to clean up the mess when her next words stopped him short. “So, the longer you go between ejaculations, the harder it is to keep from ejaculating?”
She sounded like a student in some sorta bizarre sex class, where he were the teacher, and…well, he were back to the best / worst conundrum from before. He spotted a tissue box on her dresser and swung outta bed and over to the box to wipe up, hopin’ to come up with somethin’ that sounded good by time he were done.
Finally, he had no excuse left, and he turned back to see Hannah still cross-legged on the be
d, naked as a jaybird, as if that were a normal state of bein’ for her. He felt a bolt of lust shoot through him, and could only be thankful that he’d already come. Lookin’ at Hannah sittin’ like that – if he hadn’t already come, that sight woulda pushed him over the edge.
He focused on her kneecaps, hopin’ the sight would help him calm down some. “Yeah,” he finally said in answer to her question. “The longer the wait, the harder it is to wait.” He sent her a rueful grin. “It’ll be a while before my friend here is ready to go again, but that just means that it won’t be so hard to lay still.”
He went to crawl back into position, hopin’ his words were right and he would be able to wait longer this time, when she put out her hand to stop him. “It was fun to explore, truly, but…I think I’m ready for you to explore back.”
Her words were brave, but he’d bet his left nut on the fact that it were a front. She was dad-blamed terrified and just one hair away from shakin’ like a leaf again.
He hesitated, tryin’ to figure the best way to make it work for her, and then hit on it.
“Okay, you lay right here,” he pulled her onto her side so she was facin’ him, “and I’ll lay right here.” He stretched out next to her so they was face-to-face. “That way, I ain’t on top of ya, hurtin’ you, or makin’ you panic none.” He paused for a second and then asked, “You’re fine like this, right?”
She smiled a wavery smile at him. “Yeah. I’m good. I’ll…I’ll tell you if that changes.” She looked like a spooked colt, ‘bout ready to take off for the hills, but Elijah decided that it were best to take her at her word. Not to mention that not touchin’ her was an unbearable thought. Even though his dick were limp for the moment, he could already tell it weren’t gonna last long that way.
He stroked down her arm and over one tit and then the other. Her nipples, all pink and sweet-lookin’, puckered right up, just lookin’ like they was begging to be kissed. Her breath got quick and he looked up at her face to find it all scrunched up. He stopped and pulled his hand away slowly, tryin’ not to jerk and spook her. Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled dreamily at him. “No wonder you liked it when I…” She trailed off and gestured at his chest.
He laid still as a log and just looked at her, silently promptin’ her to actually say the words. She would only become less squeamish ‘bout sex if she learned it were okay to say her thoughts out loud.
“When I licked your nipples,” she whispered, a blush covering her from head to toe.
He grinned at her, pleased as punch with her bravery. “Ever’ person is different, of course, but I’ve always had me some real sensitive nips,” he told her. “Your mouth on them is about as good a feelin’ as your mouth on my dick.”
She looked a little green around the edges at that thought. “You want me to put my mouth on…that?” she asked faintly.
“Not if’n you don’t want to,” he said, shrugging. “And ya don’t have to do it every time, even if you end up likin’ it. You only has to do what feels good. There’s only one rule for the bedroom, and that’s it. Nothin’ else matters.”
She nodded seriously, and then began cautiously exploring him with her hands and fingertips, just as he explored every dip and curve of her body. He’d done enough sightseein’ down at the lake and watched enough porn to know that every girl were built differently, but still, it was a little crazy to him just how different she was from Sarah. Her tits was heavy, like they was weighed down by somethin’, and were a bit longer, makin’ it easy for him to wrap his hands ‘round them. Then there was the soft belly – she had a real skinny waist, but a small pouch in her belly, keeping her from turning into a bag o’ bones that poked him with every move. Being a girl, Elijah were real sure that she hated that pouch, but damn, he loved it.
Not as much as he loved the curls and smell of her, though. He ain’t never smelled nothing that good. Watching her face closely for any signs of panic, he reached down and stroked his fingers over her mound. She groaned – just a little moan of delight – and he grinned to himself. A far cry from shakin’ and cryin’ hysterically, that was for damn sure. He stroked his fingers over and between the lips of her pussy. His hands were roughened from years of manual labor, so he kept a close eye on her to make sure he didn’t hurt her none with a jagged fingernail or somethin’, but all he saw was pleasure.
She began buckin’ her hips in that age-old request for him to come inside her – she probably didn’t even realize what she were doin’ or what it meant. But her body knew.
He wanted to roll over on top of her and push himself inside and feel her warmth around him and—
He forced himself to stop. Just thinkin’ about it was a real good way to torture himself. It weren’t an option, at least not right now.
“Hannah,” he whispered, and her golden eyelashes fluttered open.
“Yeah?” Her voice was all trembly, just like her body, but this time it was with need, not fear. He’d done good, and now it was time for him to show her that him bein’ inside of her were a good thing. He snagged a condom out of his wallet and rolled it down into place.
“Okay, I’m gonna roll over onto my back,” he said as he did it, “and you’re gonna get up on top of me and straddle me. Lower yourself real slow.” He helped her into position, his fingers grippin’ the tiniest waist he’d ever seen on a grown woman, and then guided her down his dick nice and slow. The world went black for a moment and he thought he were about to make an ass outta himself by coming too quick twice in one night, but he pushed the lust down. Not yet, you jackass. “Move your knees so you’re kneelin’…there. Perfect. Now, you’re gonna move up and down, and I’ll help you.”
She had a bit of sweat on her forehead as she concentrated with every inch of her body, wantin’ to do it “right,” still not convinced that there were no wrong, but the longer they went, the less…constipated she looked. Finally, she looked at him with triumph. “It’s like riding a horse!” she told him.
He laughed through his lust. “That’s a real good description,” he told her, his own forehead beadin’ up with sweat. Letting her take the lead, trying to hold back for as long as possible…it were gonna be the death of him, he was sure of it. Her rhythm was gettin’ better as she went on, and it just felt so damn good…
He screwed his eyes tight as he tried to force the lust down and not come again but it was all too much, it felt too good, and then she was squeezing him hard and yellin’ ‘bout something but he couldn’t listen, he could only feel himself spillin’ inside of her and the joy of finally coming inside of a woman for the first time in a real long time…
His eyes slowly drifted open and he looked down at her head, nestled against his chest where she’d collapsed, breathin’ like she’d run the 100-meter or somethin’. He reached up and stroked her hair away from her face. “How was that?” he whispered.
She pulled away from him, sweat makin’ ‘em stick together, and grinned. “A part of me had known that having sex couldn’t possibly be what it was like with Dickwad, or people wouldn’t be doing it all the time. But it was the only kind of sex I’d ever had, and I just couldn’t figure out how you could make it nice enough to want to do it again and again.
“Thinking about it over the last several months, I’d finally decided that I’d do it for you. It’d hurt because I was obviously built wrong, but maybe it wouldn’t hurt quite as much as it did with Dickwad, and it’d be worth it if it’d make you happy. It was so scary to do it, though, and now…It’s like jumping into a mountain lake and expecting it to be ice cold, but instead it’s nice and warm like you’ve jumped into a bathtub. The shock of it feeling good makes it almost too hard to really understand what’s going on.”
He gently rolled her on over to her side, treatin’ her like he would a piece of glass, and began strokin’ her hair away from her face. “There’s lotsa different positions for sex,” he whispered. “If we ever try one or I do somethin’ that you don’t like, you gotta tell me. The l
ast thing I ever wanna do is hurt you. Sex should always make you feel good – nothin’ else. There ain’t a damn thing wrong with you. Dickwad was just livin’ up to his name, is all.”
She laughed lightly at that, even as her eyelids began to drift shut. “I promise I’ll tell you. Now that I know how wonderful it’s supposed to feel…” Her eyelids fluttered open and she grinned naughtily at him. “I won’t put up with anything less.”
He let out a deep laugh at that. “I like your thinkin’,” he said approvingly. He nestled her close to him and together, they drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 29
Elijah
Even the alarm clock going off couldn’t upset him.
He slowly drifted awake, his arm wrapped snugly around Hannah’s waist, and slapped at his phone without even openin’ his eyes. Hell, he may not have his eyes open, but he sure could manage a grin.
A big, shit-eatin’ grin.
He figured after last night, he deserved every right to the biggest, most shit-eatin’ grin any red-blooded male had ever grinned.
Hannah grumbled sleepily about the alarm clock goin’ off, and then snuggled back against him as if she’d been sleepin’ in his arms ever’ night for a decade, and this were the most normal thing in the world to be layin’ there with him.
With any luck at all, she would be sleepin’ in his arms for the next ten years, and then fifty more after that. The way he figured it, he deserved a run of good luck after years of nothin’ but Sarah in his life.
Regrettin’ every moment of it, he pulled away from Hannah and forced himself to swing his legs outta bed and take on the day. After splashin’ some water on his face to help the wakin’-up process, he pulled his clothes on from the day before, dropped a kiss on the forehead of sleepin’ Hannah, and then drove as quick as his ol’ diesel would take him to his house out on the outskirts of Sawyer. He could take a quick shower, put on some less wrinkled clothes, and then head back to the school with no one the wiser.