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Here she was, my beautiful girl, seated on top of me, writhing under each little touch I made, asking if she could do the same to me, and I…couldn’t. I couldn’t allow it. I had to be in control of this.
My mind raced.
How could I be so stupid as to actually think she might’ve been interested in me? Of course, she was just curious. Of course, she just needed to explore. My meager hopes had launched to the sky only to smack down on the ground from twice as high. I would always just be Jonah, and I had no idea how to handle it.
She couldn’t touch me. I’d lose it. I’d take her to my bed and open her like the door to the next universe. I’d let her have me in such an explosive way that I wouldn’t ever recover. She’d move on with her curious life, and I’d hate her. I’d hate her for how much I love her. I could not be the one to help her rediscover intimacy so that she could go off and enjoy it with someone else, yet I didn’t want anyone else to help her rediscover it. What a messy plight.
It had been a few long moments since she’d asked to try touching me.
“I don’t think so, Kai,” I finally answered. Her desperate little eyes drooped. “I’m sorry.”
She nodded as if she understood. As if she sympathized. I braced her in my arms, sending one last stroke of my palm from the side of her waist down her thigh, and helped her stand on the floor in front of me to end this little show.
But my sanity crawled away as I looked up at her. Those thin shorts she wore around the house allowed me to get far too close, and that tank top did nothing to hide what sat underneath. Her two perfect tits were practically on display, the fabric too scanty for my good sense. I desperately wanted to take them between my teeth.
Perhaps I was staring a bit too obviously because she said, “I haven’t been able to let anyone get, uhm, close to there especially. They’re very sensitive.”
My eyes widened as I forced myself to look away, staring aggressively at the side wall. Did the love of my life really just say that to me? “I’m so sorry.”
“No,” she said quickly. “I don’t, uhm… Jonah, I don’t mind when you get close. All the spots you touched, they’re… They’re the spots that bother me the most when other people touch them. Maybe…” She glanced down. “Maybe they’re the same.”
I could hear it in her voice, in her words. The suggestion.
No. No. No. Fuck. Not that. I’d never survive that.
But my brain was no longer in control.
I wrapped her waist in one arm, tightening her to me as I sat on the edge of my seat at an obnoxiously perfect height. Her breathing deepened, becoming as fast as the heart that practically vibrated from her chest. My nose dragged delicately over one hard peak above the fabric of her shirt, my cock filling my sweatpants as I drew a slow circle. I immediately wanted to live the rest of my life with my face between her tits.
Just my simple circles were enough to elicit one of those squeaky noises she’d accidentally let loose at the beach weeks ago. I shuddered. Delicious girl.
I opened my mouth and let my teeth graze over the fabric. There was no way in hell I’d remove her shirt; that would be the end of me. I closed my lips over the cotton and did my absolute best to ignore the tangible shiver that ran up her spine. My workings became faster and more assertive as I switched to the other side. She released sound after sound, shake after shake.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My brain was quickly deteriorating into male mush as I hugged her tighter and pressed her deeper into my mouth. She slapped her palm down on my shoulder, and my hand landed on the inside of her thigh.
Jonah, stop.
Not a chance.
My treacherous fingers, my criminal fingers, slid under the hem of those damn shorts. They were met immediately with warmth and skin. She wore nothing underneath.
“Sit down,” I ordered.
She melted into me, and I slid into her pussy as she fell atop my lap. With her knees bent by my hips, she clung to me, and I beckoned inside of her until my forearm was screaming, at which point I simply continued. Nothing could stop me. I watched her erupt with pleasure, her moans and breaths enveloping me, filling the room around us as she held herself in place with both hands laced around the back of my head.
As distracted as she had me, I couldn’t help but think that I didn’t want it to be like this. I’d always wanted it to be softer. More...real.
She leaned forward and let her nose fall to mine, begging silently for a kiss. I looked up at her sweet face for a few thick moments, refusing to allow my lips to reach hers. I couldn’t. I’d genuinely never recover from that.
She ground into me as she began pulsing around my fingers. God dammit. I’d have to close my eyes. No. I’d have to get a fucking lobotomy. I wouldn’t be able to live with this, but I’d never want to forget it. Her moans began to pull deeper, the most genuine, pleasure-filled, little squeaks filling my ears.
Yes. Good fucking girl.
“Oh my god,” she cried. “Jonah.”
