Catch Me if You Can (18+) (FINISHED)

48 - Pleasing Her Again

TW: SMUT (18+)

Aspen
Present

"Ah!" I cried, arching my back as his fingers delicately stroked my clit.

But he only lay down on top of me, resting his head on my chest—body slightly on mine—as his hand continued moving gracefully under my jeans, teasing me to oblivion.

"Ah!" I sobbed, arching against him as he continued. "Ah!"

"Shhh..." he soothed, continuing the act. "I know. I know."

But I never told him to stop, and I hated myself for it.

He kept teasing me; stroking and holding me, making me sob harder at how good this felt.

Until I felt him gently lower my jeans from my waist and slip them off my body, and he then slid his hand back into my panties and continued the act, making me moan and sob at the same time.

He'd done this for almost an hour, and I subconsciously suspected that he was purposely making it last so I came harder.

He just stroked me slowly while holding me, his free hand gently rubbing my bandage but I barely even felt the fear from that.

But I could tell it was his way of soothing me, his way of communicating, "I won't hurt you."

But twenty minutes after the hour mark, I stilled, feeling the orgasm crest in my belly as he continued.

"It's coming?" he guessed, though his voice was quiet.

I assumed he felt me tense.

I nodded numbly as it etched higher. "Yes...."

"I'll rub it out," he promised, continuing the act.

And I came, shivering from under him as I let out a soft whimper, him doing as he said and continuing to rub as I faded into oblivion.

But I came back into the world seconds later, relaxing into the bed as he pulled his hand from my panties, gently stroking my stomach as I calmed.

"I got you..." he whispered as my sob-slash-moans trailed off, "shhh...."

"Please..." I begged him, "don't make me sleep."

He gazed up and climbed off me a little, pressing his forehead to mine as he smiled. "You want a little more?"

I nodded numbly.

"You want me?" he clarified.

I nodded again.

He sighed, but I could tell he was happy with my response, and it made me melt inside when it shouldn't have. "Are you sure, Aspen?"

I just looked up at him in response, and his smile faded as doubt clouded his eyes.

But I slipped my hands under his shirt, and he gazed up at me, confused.

I just lifted the fabric slowly off him, letting it fall to the side.

And I moved to his jeans, doing to same.

Until he was bare.

I then leaned up to kiss him, but he lightly shoved me down, smiling. "My turn," he told me.

I watched as he did the same, slid his hands under my shirt and pulled it off me, doing the same with my bra and panties.

While he pulled the covers over us, I just lifted myself off the bed with the little strength I had left, and I gently kissed his neck, making him groan.