All That He Requires(5)

I mean, you’d think it wouldn’t be that big a deal. I’d seen ‘it’ before.

Ha! BOY had I seen it before.

But I soooo wanted to see it again.

And I kind of wanted to do it especially because he couldn’t say no…

…and because he was asleep…

…and because it was naughty.

I know, I know. I’m vanilla. Simple pleasures for simple minds.

But that didn’t change the thrill that I felt, or the fact that my heart was hammering in my chest.

I gently lifted the sheet away from his body, watching his face to see if he stirred.

He didn’t.

I pulled the sheet back and immediately my mouth began to water.

His manhood lay thick and long, draped over his muscular thigh. Even limp, it was huge. And beautiful, like no other I had ever seen before. Pink and wonderfully proportioned, like the most lovely sculpture you’ve ever seen of one.

(I’m sure most guys would looooove hearing their units called ‘lovely.’ Makes me think I should be saying it with a British accent. ‘My, but your thing is lovely.’)

I’ve said before that I normally don’t find them attractive. I usually think they’re just funny-looking, and occasionally downright repulsive. I never cared that much for my exes’ (other than, you know, during sex), and I certainly didn’t enjoy the ones I’d seen in the few porno clips my college boyfriend had cajoled me into watching (usually with my fingers in front of my eyes).

But Connor’s… I could have lain there all day just looking at it.

If I didn’t want to touch it so badly.

See? That’s how it all starts. First you want a peek. Then you want to touch…

And oh my GOD I wanted to touch.

I watched his face again for any indication he was going to wake up, but he seemed to still be lost in deep sleep, so I gently lowered the sheet, letting it settle in folds on his thighs.

Then it took me another minute to work up the courage to reach out and touch it.

I felt doubly naughty.

I kept looking at his face, seeing if his eyes would open and he would frown at me.

I was SLEEPING, I kept imagining him say.

I know he probably wouldn’t do that… but I was still afraid.

And my heart was still hammering in my chest.

But I wanted to stroke it so bad.

I reached out with a few faltering stops and starts, and then finally touched it.

So warm and soft…

I traced my fingertip along its considerable length, glancing at his face every few seconds to see if he would wake.

He didn’t.

But something else did.

His shaft began to slowly thicken and grow, expanding, getting larger by the second. I was touching him so lightly… but that was enough. I brushed my fingers over the little ridge of skin beneath the head, and his cock began to harden even faster. I lightly stroked his balls, watching as the skin reacted and shifted beneath my touch.

And every few seconds, I cast a glance up at his face.

His lips had opened the tiniest bit more, and I could hear his breathing quicken. His head moved a bit to the side.

Something was going on.

Pleasant dreams of me, hopefully.

I crept forward the tiniest bit, my face drawing close to his cock, but not touching it, as I stared up at him.

His lips moved once, but he never opened his eyes.

I was so close to his shaft, I could feel my breath bouncing off his skin and gently tickling under my nose. His warmth radiated out to me.

Watching his face the entire time, I kissed his cock.

It moved at my touch, and his shaft pressed against my lips.

His mouth dropped open even more, and the muscles of his face twitched.

Watching him continuously, careful not to disturb the mattress any more than necessary, I stuck out my tongue the tiniest bit and traced from his balls, all the way up his shaft, to the tight and swollen head.

A low, guttural moan escaped his throat.

He was rock-hard, his erection straining away from his body.

God I was so wet.

I wanted him so badly.

I kept softly licking and kissing, watching his face for a sign… but other than frowns of frustrated pleasure, he wasn’t waking up.

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Damn it, I had to have him inside me.

This time I fully rationalized it away: what guy wouldn’t want to wake up – not just to sex, but to a woman already pleasuring him?

Like she couldn’t wait?

Hey – had to be good for his ego, right?

But I didn’t just want to pleasure him.

I wanted to pleasure me.

Using him.

Still, my heart was thudding in my chest as I slowly shifted my weight and knelt beside him. I tried to be as slow and still as I could, but the bed moved slightly.

Yet he continued to lay there, his eyes closed, his breathing shallow and fast.

His arms were either above his head or level with his shoulders, so that at least helped with what I was planning to do.

I lifted one leg up in the air, slowly, sloooowly – wished I had followed through on last year’s New Year’s Resolution and actually gotten a gym membership – and then somewhat gracefully got it over his body. Then I settled down to my knees.

My legs were straddling him now. Though I was trying to keep as much weight off him as possible, it was only half-working.

But he still hadn’t woken up yet.

Damn he’s a sound sleeper…

I could feel the scorching heat of his cock against my upper thigh, both hard (his erection) and soft (his skin) at the same time.

I put my hands on the bed next to his ribs, shifted my weight to all fours, and then slowly… slowly… lowered my pelvis, trying to angle him inside me without having to take his shaft in my hand.

There.

The tip of his cock.

It rubbed against my wet lips.

Ohhhhhhh my GOD.

My own breath was ragged now, strained with anticipation.

Should I ease down on him, and see how long it took to wake him?

Or should I plunge down on him all at once, and wake him with a shock?

(Considering how large he was, I might be in for the bigger shock, actually.)

And then my conscience piped up for a last minute legal disclaimer.

This isn’t… BAD, is it? Like… non-consensual… right? I mean… he’d LIKE this, right?

I mean… I’D like it, if the positions were reversed…

(oh hell YES I would)

But… would I like it in all situations?

I bit my lip, trying to figure out exactly what I should do. I just kind of rocked there, feeling his swollen head almost enter me, but not quite, in a kind of delicious torture…

I wanted it so bad… but now that I was here at the final stretch, I wasn’t sure I should go all the way…

And then one of his eyebrows raised, the eye beneath it opened halfway, and he looked right at me.

“Lily, you’re killing me. Just DO it.”

I gasped. “You big FAKER!”

He burst out laughing. “Well, if you didn’t take so damn long – ”

“Oh yeah?!” I cried out. “Well, this is what I do to fakers!”

And I plunged down on him in one gorgeous, golden stroke.

Well… halfway down, anyway.

I was already drenched from the constant anticipation over the last ten minutes. Thank God for all that lubrication, or it wouldn’t have worked otherwise. Or would have been rather painful.

As it was, it was just glorious instead.

Now it was his turn to be surprised.

His mouth formed an ‘O,’ and both eyes opened wide.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned.

I think that pretty much mirrored my sentiments, although I wasn’t thinking too clearly.

I was vaguely aware of an animal-like moan coming from deep inside me.

Every time Connor had entered me before, he’d eased inside me slowly.

Now, with my body at the nervous peak of anticipation, him slipping inside me – and so deep inside me – so fast –

Whoa.

I didn’t come, but I was getting there quick.

He raised his head and brought his hands down to my waist, as though to grab me –

“Hold it,” I commanded, and grabbed both his wrists before he could touch me.

If he’d wanted to put his hands on my waist, there was nothing on God’s green earth I could have done to stop him… but he yielded and just stared up at me.

“Fakers don’t get to run the show,” I said as I held onto his wrists.

He swallowed hard. “Fine – just, for God’s sake,” he whispered urgently, “do something.”

“Fine,” I snapped, and held onto his arms for leverage.

And then I raised up slowly, an inch or two… and slowly lowered myself down, taking an extra inch of him inside me.

Then I raised myself up, feeling his wet skin slide inside me…

And then I slowly rocked back down, taking another inch or more.

Much thicker.

Filling me up.

I slid back up along his length – which was already fairly deep inside me – and plunged down hard and fast.

Another inch.

He just kept getting bigger the further I went.

The entire time he kept his neck strained so that his head was upright, and he stared right between my thighs, attention rapt, watching as my lips enveloped his shaft.

I realized we hadn’t done this position yet. He’d never seen me… um… quite this way.

I got a little self-conscious.

A little embarrassed.

A little worried.

Then my interior You go, girl! voice spoke up.

Fuck THAT noise, it said.

After all, Connor had seen me a lot closer up.

He’d, ahem, put his tongue in an even more unusual place.

And his expression right now was akin to Indiana Jones’s the first time he saw the Ark of the Covenant.