"Did you touch it?" I asked.
"What? No."
"Do you want to?"
She looked at me, eyes wide, face beet-red. "Can I?"
I settled back into my pillow. "Only one way to find out."
She licked her lips and swallowed, then reached out tentatively with one hand. Slowly, slowly, her fingertips inched closer, until she made contact. She brushed the tips of her fingers up along my cock, then stroked the other direction. Then, using just one finger, she ran the tip up and down the sides of my shaft.
"You can do more, if you want."
"Like what?" she asked, unsure.
"Wrap your hand around it."
She did it, though she was trembling enough for me to feel it. She couldn't quite close her hand around my shaft; I was too thick for that. But she did wrap her fingers as far around as she could and gave me a little squeeze.
I didn't say anything, or even move. I just watched, breathless. I would've loved for more, but I felt like we were already walking a fine line.
She held me like that for a while, unmoving, just looking and breathing hard. Her trembling slowly subsided. She glanced at me. "Why do I like this so much?" she asked softly.
"If you showed me your boobs, I could stare at them for hours."
I honestly don't know if she heard. After a while, she gave herself a little shake, then let go of my cock, the warmth left by her hand contrasting with the cool air. She turned to me and leaned close. Kissing her while nude and erect was really exciting, and I wanted it to turn into a full make out session, but she broke it off after a few seconds. She bit her lip and watched me, a little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. She ran her finger around in lazy circles on my chest, then gave me a little pat, slid off the bed, and stood up.
"Well, I'm going to go get breakfast started." And with that, she left, leaving me practically gasping. She wasn't doing this cruelly; I knew that. Maybe her inhibitions had finally won out. I concentrated instead on the memory of her holding my cock, by far the most sexual thing we had done.
I wondered what she would think if I just jacked off right then and there. She left the door open, but I could hear her in the kitchen and I knew you can't see into the bedroom from out there. I was tempted to do it, but then other needs took hold and I reasoned I should deal with it later because I really had to pee.
I got up, took care of business, and got ready, then met her in the kitchen to help with breakfast prep. We ate and enjoyed the morning together, and I couldn't miss the sly glances she kept giving me. While I couldn't read her mind, I was convinced that a new leaf had been turned.
It took about a week for the cable company to finally come and get her internet turned on. Then she bought one of the streaming devices and got it all plugged in and ready to go. Finally, she texted me as I got off work.
Nat: Movie night at my place! Bring snacks and your sexy self ;)
Chapter 10: Movie Night and Chill
I showed up with the snacks, some drinks, and, of course, my sexy self, as requested. She beamed when she opened the door for me, and the two of us got right down to the movie. Even though we'd hung out at my place watching movies many times now, she seemed to really enjoy the fact that we were at her place this time. I guess maybe it helped her feel a bit more independent, or grown up, or something like that. Either way, she was in a terrific, fun, playful mood the whole time, which I loved to see.
The movie was racy, with lots of sexy stuff, sex scenes, and nudity. When it finally ended, I was definitely feeling the effects, and she wasted no time letting me know she was, too. She snuggled up to me on the couch. She leaned in close and whispered, "Wanna make out, my sexy man?"
"The hell kind of question is that?" I asked, grabbing for her, but she was a step ahead.
With a delighted and surprised 'oof' I met her lips with my own and we engaged in the heaviest make out session of our relationship. She was really into it, which, in turn, charged me up in a delicious feedback loop. Her left arm was mostly pinned under us, so she couldn't do much with it except stroke my back a bit with her fingers. Her right arm, though, was free, and roamed my body in a way she had never done before. She stroked my face as we French kissed, she stroked my neck and my collarbone. She caressed my shoulder and my arm, even my chest. She ran her hands down my leg and around back to my butt, and even brushed right across the bulge in my pants on the way back. She'd never touched me so blatantly before, and I was loving it.
I was, of course, hard as a rock. She pulled away and I opened my eyes just in time to see her look down at my crotch. She was breathing hard and her face was flushed. She looked at me boldly and said, "I want to see it."
Hell yes
, I thought to myself. I didn't even hesitate. I undid my jeans one handed, then arched my back as I struggled to push them down my legs. My underwear stretched impressively around my straining cock, and with one hand, I pushed them down, too, freeing my member to the cool air of her apartment, and to her hungry gaze.
With a sharp intake of breath, she looked at my bare, hard cock. The tip of her tongue made a brief appearance poking out between her lips. She liked what she saw; it was plain on her face. Her eyes widened, her cheeks were rosy, her lips moved in unsaid, unformed words, and her breathing was quick and shallow.
I went in for another kiss, but she gently held off. "I want to look."
I relaxed and leaned back on the couch, resting my head, while I let her stare at my nudity. I liked it. A lot. And I wanted her to look. I just wish I knew what was going through her head.
After what was probably only a couple minutes, though they felt like twenty, she found my lips and kissed me, hard and deep. Her tongue joined the fun soon after, and her hand returned to my chest. As we kissed, she tugged my shirt up and put her hand on my bare skin over my sternum.
"I want to touch you," she said in a husky whisper.
"Then touch me," I breathed.
Her hand wandered down, now touching my stomach. She caressed her way further down to my abs, now very close to the head of my hard cock. She went even further, delicately tracing a line with her fingertips down my side until she found my hip.
She caressed all around my lower abdomen, slipping her hand under my erection to run her fingers through my pubic hair. Even though it was just the back of her hand, contact with the sensitive skin on my cock was electric. I twitched and shivered, and she looked up at me, a sexy smile on her lips.
She moved her hand to the inside of my thigh and I spread my legs to give her access. She ran her fingertips up my inner thigh, only stopping when the back of her hand came into contact with my balls. Then she did the same on my other leg.
She found my eyes and met my gaze, deep and excited. She gently cupped my balls while watching my face, studying my reaction. I sucked in my breath and waited hungrily for whatever was next.
Natalie ran a single fingertip up the length of my cock, then traced its outline up and down both sides. She kissed me deeply while she continued teasing my stiff shaft. She fondled me around the entire area, including down below my balls. I spread my legs further and she took advantage of the extra room to caress my perineum. She nearly touched my asshole, which I definitely hadn't expected, but it sent a visible jolt through me, my cock twitching, aching for contact.
She broke away from our kiss for a hot moment, her eyes smoldering. She studied me, or she was making up her mind, or she was teasing me. I didn't know. I couldn't tell. I just wanted her. She dove back in, her lips hungrily meeting mine at the same time she grabbed my cock. I moaned into her mouth and she let out a little gasp. I bucked my hips involuntarily and she fondled me.
"It's so big," she whispered.
"It likes you," I joked.
"I like it, too."
She stroked and squeezed my cock as we made out, driving me crazy. She kept avoiding the tip of my cock, for some reason. I was on fire, my whole body ultra-sensitive. She explored the size and shape of my cock, feeling its length and girth with her fingers.
"Touch my balls," I told her, and she quickly found them again and gently touched and caressed them. We kept making out like this, with her cupping and feeling up my balls, her fingertips occasionally dancing really close to my asshole. I wondered if she had a thing for that, or, given her inexperience, if she even realized where she was touching.
"Do my cock again," I said. She danced her fingers up my shaft and felt the head of my dick. Finally! Either she was teasing the hell out of me or she had been shy to touch that particular spot, but I was on edge with desire, and let out a long, hot breath as I watched her touch me there. She ran her fingers around the edge of the glans, then all over the tip until she gripped me, squeezing gently.
"Stroke up and down," I managed to say between kisses. She obliged immediately, giving her first hand job. She wasn't doing it quite right, but I found her inexperienced enthusiasm endearing.
"Like that?" she whispered. I put my hand on hers and showed her how to do it. I guided her for a bit, then I let go and stroked her hair and ear while we kissed and she got used to the rhythm. Turns out, I totally have a thing for receiving a hand job while making out. Who woulda guessed?
"You are so hot," she panted between kisses, eyes taking in my whole naked torso, stroking my cock the whole time. Pre-cum was leaking from the tip, but she either didn't notice or didn't care.
