What Makes Them Human - Detroit: Become Human

Chapter Eleven - Touchpoints

He kissed my stomach again, sliding his hands from the small of my back down, this time kneading my butt. Then he moved on to my dick. I threw my head back with a loud exhale, steadying myself with my hands on his strong shoulders. I had to fight everything in me not to let go this fast.

This is better than anything I've ever experienced, better than any orgasm I've ever had and I never want it to stop. I think he can sense I'm close, as he stopped the obscure things he was doing with his tongue and let go. What a tease.

"Shit," I mutter under my breath. I can see the slight smile on his face, this is the exact reaction he was hoping for. He's doing well and he's proud of it. And bringing me this close, doing this to me seems to have made him happy. To some extent. I lower myself, tangling my fingers into his hair. Once more I bring him close to me, deepening the kiss and when he wants more I pull away teasing the tip of his tongue with mine.

He then pulls me on top of himself, holding me close; kissing me like there's no tomorrow, like he's parched in the desert and I'm the last drip of water he needs to survive the heat. He devours me and I reciprocate the touch. I can feel his erection on my thigh and his thigh on mine. This is what heaven is.

I sit up on my heels before attacking his lips again, then I kiss down his throat, his chest, and then his stomach until I reach his length and try to mimic what he had done just a few moments earlier. I might not be experienced in this department but the huffs and puffs and rise and fall of his broad chest assure me I am not totally hopeless.

I put him in my mouth, it's probably the most perfect dick I've ever seen. Which makes sense considering it's designed to be as such. I don't know where those touch points are but I have a feeling I'm touching them.

He's squirming, arching his back and scrambling for a hold of my hair. I follow his lead by letting go with a pant and an innocent stare into his eyes as I sit back on my heels.

His fingers let go of my hair and caress my face until his thumb runs over my bottom lip. I kiss its pad gently before once again grazing him with my teeth. Connor is quick to react, sitting up and making me lie down. He kisses my mouth, holding me by the cheeks.

"Are you ready to do this?" he asks, and the reality of this sets in. I've never really messed around back there. This is new, and from what I've heard it could potentially be quite painful. Yet he makes me feel so safe I nod again. I want it too much, I want him too much and it feels right. And maybe that means I am ready after all.

"Okay," he says, wetting his lips even though he doesn't need to because they're still glazed with my saliva. He directs me to lay my head down on one of the pillows and puts the other one underneath my pelvis.

"Comfortable?" he smiled and ran his soft hand through my hair. I nodded, my mouth is dry, my heart is about to burst out of my chest, and I can't even speak. "Do you want me to use my fingers?" he asks before bringing his hand to his mouth. Drooling onto it. I wouldn't have thought of that—or any sort of preparation at all.
"Yes, what's with the spit?" I ask,
"It's a lubricant."

I then pulls my legs up to my chest. I can see him swallow down the remaining spit as he rubs the lubricant over his fingers. He pauses for a moment, not touching me. Is he not sure he wants to do this? Is he scared he's going to hurt me? Or is he just as nervous as I am and this was the first time he's showing it? Even nervousness suited him.
"Say stop if you need to," Connor whispered. I nodded.

He then starts to circle my entrance with his slick and lubricated finger. A shiver crawls down my spine, it feels so good. I didn't even know I was sensitive down there until now.

I let out a shaky breath and suddenly, his pointer finger's first knuckle was inside of me. And it's a weird feeling. Like I want to get it out instinctively, but also want it deeper at the same time. I let out a shy moan as it happens. He lets me adjust to the sensation before he continues.