MATURE
NOT PROOFREAD
You sat on your boyfriends bed, although he wasn't necessarily your official boyfriend, you'd been saying that he was for the six months, and he didn't seem to mind. "I just want more tension you know?" You sat on the edge of his bed, a pillow in your lap as your feet hung of the side, watching Tom as he had his back to you while he sat at his desk.
"I am failing to understand your point." He was trying his best to ignore you, but your voice somehow managed to pierce through the wall of resistance he had been putting up, hence his tolerance to have you around.
You rolled your eyes, huffing as he denied your sexual needs. Tom was the type of person to get what he wanted during sex and didn't do much to help the other with their pleasure, he only had sex to solve some sort of issue and he stated it to be 'too intimate' at night and 'barbaric' in the morning, leaving the only slots to be during the day when you scored some alone time after class had ended and you could head to his dorm.
You'd be lying if you said the sex with him was bad, it was none of the sort and it often left you dazed and completely out with it after he was done with you, but there was no sense of understanding your body and learning what you yearned for, your orgasm was only a plus side to Tom chasing his own climax.
You leaned forwards, using your foot to stroke over the wooden chair leg, trying to calm your nerves. "I would like you to understand me better."
He turned to look at you, a look mixed with frustration and denial crossed his face. "You do not think I know you well enough already?"
You looked down into your lap, embarrassment hurdling through your body like a pulsation of emotions. Swinging your legs a couple of times you finally spoke. "No, you're fine - you just don't know what I like."
Tom stood up from his chair, your eyes following him as your head tilted upwards. "You are saying I am bad at sex?"
Standing up after him, you placed the pillow down on the bed. "Tom, you're good at sex, there's just some stuff that I want you to do." You placed a hand on his chest.
His face got fiercer as he clamped his jaw shut. "Like what, what could you possibly want that I don't already give you?"
"I want you to touch me!" You finally let out, silencing the boy and allowing your hand to leave his chest. "Merlin Tom, you never touch me, you look at me like I'm a piece meat for you to do with what you please, but you never touch me, you never do what I crave you to do." You finally let out the breath you'd been holding in, your pent up anger leaving your body as a quiet spell fell over the room, Tom looking at you dumbfounded.
"Well," his voice was soft as he spoke, a cough following after to help strengthen it. "What do you want me to do?"
You sighed, looking into his eyes as you gained a new sense of confidence at the boy who always had an opinion now having nothing to say. "I want you to explore my body," you placed a hand on his, bringing it to your chest and placing it on your clothed breast. "I want you to study me."
Tom's breath hitched in his throat, he'd truly not paid much attention to your breasts, or even the things that accentuate your already beautiful figure. He hadn't the time to learn what you liked or how you wanted to be pleasured, he'd truly only worried about himself and didn't want to let that go even after building a relationship with someone he loved.
Well, I think he loved you.
He let out a huff, whether it was one of defeat, disappointment or denial you'd never know, it couldn't break through the tough exterior he had up. "Fine." He pulled you into a slow kiss, letting one of his hands go down to your waist, you removed the one on your breast and placed it on the other side of your waist, giving him directions so he could finally figure out what you wanted.
