Greyston shifts awkwardly next to me, trying to move the arm beneath him for something. I look at him curiously, and then I realize what the issue is when his erection presses into my hip.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice gravelly.
Greyston chuckles. “Just a little uncomfortable,” he confesses, undoing his jeans and adjusting himself. “I fear sterility if I don’t free myself from the shrinking confines of my pants.”
I can’t help but giggle, my eyes moving from his to his hand down his pants. I shimmy down a little, locking eyes with him as I wrap my hand around his wrist and pull his hand from his pants.
“I wasn’t…” he whispers. “I just needed…”
My next move must catch him off guard, because his eyes widen. Biting my lip, I slip an arm between us and into his pants. I suck in a breath when my hand wraps around his stiff length. He groans. I freeze, suddenly uncertain.
“What is it?” he asks gently.
“I’ve,” I begin to say before fear silences me. I push through it when I see the desire in his eyes. “It’s just, I’ve never…”
He seems stunned—quite possibly more stunned than he was when he learned I’d never had an orgasm before.
“Not ever?” he asks. I can only shake my head and look away. Greyston leans forward and kisses me softly. I look at him and see he’s smiling. “Well, just do what comes naturally.
I bite my lip again and let my hand slide down his erection. “Like that?”
“It’s a damn good start,” he manages in a gravelly voice, meeting my movement with one of his own and pressing his lips to my throat.
“It’s hard,” I tell him, feeling frustrated at how little mobility I have.
I feel his lips curve into a smile against my neck before he bites me. “Yeah. That usually happens when the two of us are together.”
I didn’t even realize what I’d said until he makes his little joke. I laugh. “No…well, yeah, that too, but I meant moving my hand. It’s difficult.” I pause and let go of him. “Can we…take your pants off? I’d like to do this right.”
He stares at me, unblinking, for a minute. “You want my pants off?” I nod. “Pants. Off?”
“Yes, please.”
“No pants? Off?”
This time, I laugh lightly, lifting my head off the couch and kissing his jaw toward his ear. “We could…take mine off too? If you want, that is.”
“Y-yeah,” he stammers. “Pants off.”
Without a second thought, he hops to his knees, loops his fingers into the waist of my pants and pulls them off until I’m in nothing more than my white cotton panties.
I sit up and hold Greyston’s gaze as I tug his jeans down over his hips. I struggle for a second, so he jumps up and slides them down the rest of the way before kicking them off.
He joins me again, both of us down to our underwear, and we resume kissing. His erection presses into my hip. I place my hand on his chest before moving it down his body and tracing the elastic waist of his boxers. I tug lightly, working them down one hip. He raises his other hip, and I free his erection entirely. My lips stop moving as my focus is redirected between us. I inhale shakily when uncertainty sets in again.
Greyston slides his hand back between my legs, and it’s just the boost of confidence I need. I grip him in my hand and move up and down slowly, mirroring his movements. I close my eyes and mewl—a sound I didn’t even know I could make—when he flattens his hand against me and slips his fingers between my folds. I’m not sure what he’s doing, but it feels great.
Then I feel nothing at all when he extracts his hand.
I whimper, opening my eyes and watching as he slips his hand beneath mine and starts stroking himself.
My insecurities come roaring back. “Was I not…?”
“No no no,” he whispers, stroking himself slowly. “Here…” He releases himself and guides my hand back to him. “Now try.”
My hand glides over him much easier than before. “Oh.” I smile, enjoying how fluid the movement is now.
Greyston groans when I add a little pressure and move up toward the tip. “Jesus, Juliette. Don’t stop.” He moves onto his side and slips his hand back into my panties. He matches my movements; for every up, he goes back, and for every down, he goes forward, circling his finger around my clit. Warm tingles shoot through my veins and my grip tightens.
Next to me, Greyston’s body tenses. “Juliette,” he grunts, thrusting his hips into my hand while simultaneously easing his fingers inside of me. “I’m going to come.”