Unnatural Instinct: Alone

16.

I freeze. My brain stops working. My body turns numb. You're naked. Completely naked. I can't see you and I want to see you so badly. You brush your lips against mine, your bare breasts pressing up against my chest. I don't know what to do. I don't know where to put my hands.

'Touch me,' you breathe against my mouth.

I rest my trembling hand on your backside. You're so smooth. Hairless. Soft. It's so round. Much nicer than mine. Your skin is almost hot as I smooth my hand up your side. I feel the swell of your breast and it makes me ache.

You're breathing in fast, little puffs that putter against my neck. You kiss my throat with your soft, sweet lips. The breath hitches in my lungs. I can hardly breathe. I can hardly move my lower half. Everything is so tight down there. You pull at me, wanting me to roll on top of you. So I do so. I look down into your face. I can see your shining eyes and the shine on your lips and not much else.

You shift your hips. 'Touch me,' you say again. 'Touch me down there.'

I swallow. 'Down where?'

You take my hand and pass it between your legs. I jerk at the feel of you. There's some hair there. I move my fingers lower and feel skin so soft it feels like flower petals. I can't help but stroke you. It's moist and warm. You groan a little. And I like that. I want to make you groan again, so I touch you some more.

I don't know what I'm doing but I know I want to explore further. So I carefully push my fingers in more deeply. I think I find a hole and I ease my finger deeper and deeper inside until I'm all the way in up to the knuckle.

You suck in a breath, then release it. And I suddenly understand what I'm supposed to do. I'm good at putting things together. And we're supposed to be together. I keep my finger inside you. It turns my body hot. My groin won't stop throbbing. Slowly, I pull it out and I begin to stroke those little petals of soft, velvety flesh.

You give a high-pitched squeak which makes my heart beat hard. I look up at you but can't see your face. I don't need your instruction to squirm over you. We're face to face now, my hips braced over yours.

'Is this right?' I say.

'Yes. That's right.' Your voice is barely a whisper.

I know where I'm supposed to put it but I can't seem to find where I put my finger. You spread your thighs wide, back arched as my penis slides over your warm flesh. It's to no avail. I feel like I'm failing. I feel like I'm disappointing you.

'Here,' you say. And you reach down and grab my shaft.

I freeze, squeezing my eyes shut and biting down hard as that hot, torrid feeling surges in my balls. It's going to happen again. Your little hand draws me in. My tip presses against the softness of your flesh. You shift your hips and I feel myself entering you. Actually entering you.

You're so warm and soft around my painful hardness. You keep drawing me in and in and it feels like forever. That pressure in my balls is almost too much. You suck in one of those pretty breaths just as my tip touches something soft inside you. And then it happens, in an explosion that throws my hips forward, over and over again. I'm gasping in your face and I'm sorry. It feels like I've done something wrong.

I feel better now. More myself again. I hold myself inside you in astonishment. I grab your face, wanting to look deep into your eyes but I can hardly see you.

'Well, that was ... different,' you say.

You grunt as I instinctively push in deeper. 'Is this the way it's meant to be?'

'I think so.'

'Do we just stay like this now?'

'For a little while, if you want.' You squeeze my arms.