He Loves To Make Her Cum

When I first met my boyfriend, he was inexperienced. He had never even slept in the same bed as a girl before or even done anything besides kissing a girl. I was the polar opposite. I had done everything under the sun, and my body count was making me feel like I was a whore. He somehow didn't care about my body count or the fact that I was experienced, he just liked me.

I slowly started to teach him how to have sex. I taught him different positions and how to give me a head, and I even gave him a head and taught him not to be a head pusher. I taught him how to bend me over and how to pin my legs back. He received everything well, and eventually, I started to make sure that he knew how to make me cum. I told him how to finger me, and I taught him how to find my g spot. I taught him where to find the clit and how to lick, and how much pressure to use. I told him how much I loved it when he sucked my tits or played with them, and he made sure to do that.

He would consistently make me cum once before he even put his dick inside of me for about a month. It felt good, and I liked it a lot, but part of me felt discouraged because I could cum a lot more. I can cum more than 10 times if I'm super horny. I brought it up to him, and he seemed concerned or weirded out about it, but I was fine with it. I just wanted him to know that if he tried to push me a little farther, he could, and I wouldn't mind it.

A few weeks after I had that conversation with him, he was fingering me. I came once, and he slowly started to rub my clit after I came. I kissed him as passionately as I could because he felt good, and then he suddenly shoved his fingers back inside of my dripping pussy. I gasped and whimpered at his movements, and I couldn't even focus. I squirted all over his hand, and he quickly started rubbing my clit. My legs began to tremble and shake while I whimpered and cried out his name. It felt incredible. He shoved his fingers in me once again, and I grabbed onto his arm in an attempt to stay quiet. I didn't want his roommate to walk in or hear us. I was such a mess I couldn't handle it. I was grasping at the sheets, trying to get any form of words out, and I couldn't. I was too overcome by the feelings of ecstasy and the bliss of having orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

He continued to make me cum a few more times before he got on top of me and began to fuck me; hard. My legs were pinned back, and with every thrust, he somehow got deeper and deeper within my pussy. My pussy was slick with how much I had already cum, and he loved it. I was grabbing onto his forearms while he fucked me, and I was moaning into his mouth every time he kissed me. "I'm going to cum" I gasped. I came, and he shoved his cock right back inside of me, even though I squirted all over his chest. I've never wanted someone so bad. He kept fucking me until he came and filled up his condom, and I was left trembling on the bed. Right as he pulled out, I squirted again. He got up and started to clean himself off.

"A-Are you okay?" he asked nervously. I huffed and sat up. "That was amazing," I said. He started to laugh, almost like he couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. "I'm serious!" I said. He nodded. I asked him why he made me cum so many times, especially because I came even when he was fucking me, which is something that rarely happens. "I just like making you feel good. I like the way your face looks...it makes me feel good knowing that I can make you feel good."

I don't know why, and I don't think I'll ever be able to explain it but hearing him admit how much he liked to make me cum made me feel so seen. I'm so lucky to have someone who takes my pleasure seriously and constantly aims to make sure that I feel good and make those intimate moments feel special.