Wide awake

Chapter Thirty Two. Macadamia Unicorns

B.P.O.V

When I got home, I flopped lifelessly onto the stool in the kitchen, folding my arms on the cold granite counter top and laying my cheek on my forearms. I sighed. Still grinning.

Holy freaking cow.

I allowed the whole day to replay in my head in perfect clarity.

When he first told me he would try, I was so excited and hopeful. I tried to bite back all the frustration at the fact he had to use a whole ‘technique’ just to do it.

He guided me to his lap, which kind of confused me, because I was hoping for some kissing or something, and the position would have made it very awkward. Instead there were relaxing caresses on my arms and shoulders. The kind where his fingertips left a trail of warmth and tingles up my skin.

The first time he touched me and I felt the panic welling in my chest, I said the safe word. And I was pissed off. Part of me had convinced myself that I was just having a bad day last week when he did it, and it wouldn’t always be like that. He gave me a look that clearly said, No frustration allowed.

Thankfully, he kept going. Touching and relaxing until he could finally grope me like every seventeen year old boyfriend should. I wanted to know if he liked it, if I felt good to him. I wasn’t necessarily voluptuous or anything. I was hoping my small b cup size wasn’t disappointing. But he nodded in agreement with me.

His agreement made me want more. Made me want to show him more, and definitely made me want to feel more. And when he was finally able to hold my breasts in his hands with nothing in between us, I was basically melting. I felt him go hard beneath me, and it just made me melt more. So I wanted him to go further, because I was afraid I wouldn’t have another chance to.

I stayed so still in his arms, terrified that if I moved it would ruin his method. It was easier when he touched me lower. I didn’t understand why, because it was so much more personal of a space to me. But he was able to really touch me. And rub me. And rub me. And rub me.

I was already in desperate need of a change of panties when he hit the most sensitive spot. And I was lost, needing to feel even more of it, and having no idea why I was reacting so desperately to it. Then he began granting my unspoken requests, and rubbing it completely, and growing even harder beneath me with my moans.

I knew he was aroused, and still withholding the feeling of any pleasure. And it frustrated me to no end. I began whimpering and silently pleading with him to just let go, and feel it with me. But he didn’t. So I pulled his hair, because I knew that would arouse him further. It worked for a moment, as he kissed my neck and raised his hips into me, but he stopped himself yet again.

It really wasn’t fair. I was making the most ridiculously embarrassing noises. Just rocking against his palm shamelessly while he remained composed. It wasn’t us. So I dug deep down into my confidence and pulled out just enough to touch him. The look on his face as I pressed my hand into his crotch beneath me was really quite priceless. I just sent him a rather pointed glance. Show me yours.

And he did. He let me touch him in a way I had never touched anyone before. I was so clueless as to what he would like, so I just copied his movements with my palm. And eventually we were working in sync together, moaning and groaning and panting relentlessly as I rocked against his palm. The noises he was making while he licked my neck made me melt even further as I grasped him tightly in my hand. I made sure to rub him just as fast and hard as he was rubbing me. It was doing the strangest things to my body. Making me desperate for more, and wishing I wasn’t wearing as many clothes while he was doing it.