Page 76 of Stag

Fuck. I pulled back, shaking my head at her, and she simply smiled.

“It’s okay.”

Oh god. No, it’s not okay, it’s happening. I’m about to fucking come all over her again. Her eyes practically lit up, and she pushed me back, reaching for my cock and giving it one long stroke, sending fire-hot pleasure right back up my spine as I did what I feared. My cum splatted all over her stomach and slid down her soft skin, as I rode the waves of pleasure, the delighted look on her face the only reason why I didn’t run from the room in shame.

“Fuck me…” I groaned, my head falling forward as the pleasure burned out my immediate strength, leaving me sagging over her. Her hand was still sliding over my cock, which seemed to want to remain at half mast, even though I’d just unloaded all over her.

“I liked it, Stag. That was so sexy. To see you so into what we’re doing that you couldn’t hold back. Look at me, please.”

I lifted my eyes, feeling my cheeks darkening with the blood that had returned from downstairs to flood my body, leaving embarrassment in its wake.

“I tried to hold back.”

“I didn’t want you to. I told you, this is something that I find really hot, it’s intense, it’s all about losing control. I don’t want you trying to control your pleasure, I want you to feel what you’re feeling. I want to feel it too.”

Shit. “I let you down. You didn’t get yours.”

Claudia simply smiled. “I will. For now, I’m getting to see you relaxed and at peace, and I like you that way. You’re just being you right now.”

Not sure who the hell I was the rest of the time, but if this pleased her, it would probably bode well for our future. Pretty sure going off early was going to be a thing with her.

Claudia tugged on my cock and I groaned, lifting my head because clearly I was sinking again.

“This isn’t a failure, Stag. This is pleasure. Didn’t it feel good?”

Fuck yes. But how do I not go off like that again? I hoped like fuck that it was true that it takes a bit more to get off second time around. I think I’m about to find out.

Claudia

It was adorable how he seemed ashamed of showing me his pleasure like that. Did it matter that he came before we got started? Not to me, but maybe to him. I’d help him learn that it was never shameful to feel pleasure. I’d make it my duty to do so.

“Come here,” I murmured, stroking his cock as he leaned closer to me again. His skin was so warm, completely dry now too. Mine? Well, it was covered in cum, but I was about to share that with him, just like he shared it with me.

“Move, sit on the bed.”

I moved with him as he rolled off me and sat up, glancing shamefully at my stomach as his cum rolled down my skin in sluggish beads.

“I like being coated in your pleasure, Stag. Any objections to me being on top now?”

I loved how he always seemed struck dumb by my very direct questions. I think learning to live without hearing or speaking out loud very much had led to me using fewer words in general. Why waste time on forming words that aren’t needed when every one takes effort with your hands? I just learned not to beat around the bush.

“Stag, I’m going to ride you until you come inside me this time.”

His eyes closed and his head tipped back a little, his lips parting in what I hoped was a groan of need, of desperate desire.

“I’m on birth control, and I haven’t been with anyone in more than a year. I’m clean.”

His eyes popped open and he glanced down at my hand stroking his cock, which was firm and ready to go again. He lifted my chin gently, so I could see his response. Not the physical one my hand was encouraging, but the verbal one I’d have missed.

“I’m… obviously I’m clean. I mean, I assume I am. I must be, right?”

While he was frowning and pondering, I lifted my hips, angling his cock so I could drag my pussy over it, teasing the tip. Just the tip, as they say. He physically shuddered, his hands locking around my upper arms.

A quick glance at him showed me that he was very much watching me drag myself over his cock, and his lips were parted in a way that suggested he was gasping at the sensation. I hoped he was.

“Is this okay, Stag? You have to tell me you want me to ride you.”

His eyes shot back to mine and he nodded vigorously.