“Oh, God, Jenny.” His head dropped back to the pillow. His chest heaved. “Oh, God…”
His entire body clenched tight, and his hips thrust right off the bed. He gave a cry as he started to come, and Jenny watched as his c**k lengthened even more, then jerked and jumped. A few seconds later, he was spurting and pulsing hot streams over her hands, onto his stomach, calling her name the whole time.
Chris sucked in a breath, unable to comprehend how this had just happened. He opened his eyes, removed his hands from under the pillow.
“Jenny…” He was suddenly sure she was going to panic. “You OK?”
She was gazing down at him, running her fingers over his stomach. “Yeah. I’m OK.” She looked up at him now. “That was amazing.”
“It didn’t scare you?” He sat up, braced on his elbows, still not sure if he should reach for her. “I mean… we were just supposed to sleep together tonight. Like, fully clothed.”
She laughed, and he relaxed a bit. “I know, right? Wow. That plan got blown out of the water pretty damn quick.” She paused. “I guess the key word here is ‘blown’.”
Now he laughed, astonished at how calm and happy she was. “So – you’re really OK?”
“Yes.” She smiled at him. “I – I don’t want you to touch me yet, but… I liked touching you.” She hesitated. “Is that alright?”
“Of course it is, sweetheart. Whatever you want.”
“OK.” She stood up now. “Just stay there… I’ll be right back.”
She went into her attached bathroom, and Chris heard the water running. She came back a minute later with a washcloth, and he reached for it.
“No, let me,” she said.
Chris watched as she gently cleaned him, running the warm, wet cloth up and down his length. He bit his lip at her delicate touch, loving her hands on him. She wiped his stomach and his sides, pulled his boxers back up. She took the cloth back to the bathroom, and the water ran again. Chris pulled up the thick covers, and started to feel drowsy.
Holy f**k. That was… incredible.
She crawled back into bed, and he gathered her in his arms. She curled up against him, her head on his naked chest. He kissed her forehead.
“Baby, that felt so good.”
“I’m glad,” she whispered. “I liked making you feel good.”
“And it really didn’t scare you? My c**k, or when I came?” He pushed her hair back so he could see her properly. “Ididn’t scare you?”
“No.” A look of puzzlement crossed her face. “I don’t understand why, but I can say for sure that it didn’t scare me. I thought – I was sure it would.”
“Yeah, me too.”
She was quiet. “I think it’s because I’m the one in control.”
He nodded.
“Everything we’ve done that feels good has been with me on top of you, or me controlling the touch, or me still clothed.” She ran her hands over his upper arms. “Are you starting to feel like a… a s*x toy?”
He laughed again. “Nope. I’m good.”
“Really?” She looked serious. “I mean it, Chris. I’m starting to feel like I’m just kind of using you.”
“You’re using my body, Jenny.” He touched her lips. “You’re getting used to being with a man again. I think for the first little while, you’ll have to be in charge. You call all the shots, OK? You decide everything, you leave your clothes on. I can stay on my back, not touching you, totally naked. You tell me when you’re ready to be more vulnerable.”
“You sure?”
“Completely.”
“So… you’re OK with me using you sexually?” She raised her eyebrows. “Climbing on top of you and making you come?”
He sighed theatrically. “Well, it’s going to be rough, you know, being a s*x slave at the mercy of your whims. But I’ll try to soldier on.”
They stared at each other, then burst into laughter again.
He pulled her close. “Sleep, baby. I’ll be right here, OK? You’re safe with me.”
“I know.”
And the crazy, amazing, beautiful thing was that she really did know.