There's No Way

Baby Steps

[Smut Warning]

Soon enough I was a mess of moans and gasps and whimpers. My hands were tangled into his curls, holding him in place as he continued to work magic on me with his mouth.

"You taste so fucking good," I heard him mutter. His hands were firmly grabbing at my hips. I looked down at him and couldn't help but smile like an idiot. He was clearly enjoying this just as much as I was. He licked up and down several times through my now dripping folds before bringing his lips up, closing them around my clit and sucking gently. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to release. Just then his tongue darted out, expertly flicking the sensitive nub. A string of moans, curses, and broken gasps of his name left my mouth as I came undone, silently thanking the universe for finally blessing me with a man who actually knew what he was doing. My eyes were screwed shut in pleasure and my breathing was heavy and erratic.

"God, you're so fucking sexy..." he whispered as he planted kisses to my inner thighs. He inserted a finger into me without warning, causing my thighs to clamp shut around him and my eyes to shoot open.

"Stop!" I whined. He immediately pulled his finger out which I was grateful for. I could tell by the look on his face that he felt horrible.

"I'm so sorry, I should've asked. I forgot, I'm sorry-" I cupped my hands around his face and brought him up to mine.

"It's okay, I'm sorry - I thought I was ready...I just-" He shut me up quickly by pressing his lips against mine, instantly relaxing both of us.

"Baby steps...we'll go in baby steps," he said comfortingly. I couldn't help but blush at the feeling of the prominent bulge in his pants that was currently pressed against my thigh. He pressed another kiss on my lips before continuing on. "Tonight was a lot and I'm proud of you." He placed another sweet kiss on my lips and then one on the tip of my nose before rolling off of me.

"Wait," I said so quietly that I wasn't even sure he would hear me. He must've, though - because he quickly looked back at me. My eyes quickly traveled down to the bulge in his pants; even with his jeans still on I was quite impressed. I placed my hand gently to his bare chest and bit my lip. "I still want to make you feel good..." I whispered, looking down at his chest in order to avoid eye contact. He let out a defeated sigh before shaking his head.

"Camila, you don't have to..." he began. I quickly cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"Obviously I know I don't have to, but I want to. I'm definitely not ready to go all the way yet, but that doesn't mean I can't help you," I explained as my hand slowly made its way down to the tent in his pants, palming him through his jeans. His breath hitched and his eyes screwed shut. It felt nice to know that I had this kind of power over him. He looked at me and nodded in approval.

"Anytime you want to stop, just stop. If I need to take care of it on my own I can..." he explained, his cheeks reddening slightly. I nodded in agreement before moving over to straddle him, leaving sweet kisses all over his face, jaw, neck, and chest. My hands fumbled with the button and zipper of his pants for a brief moment before gently pulling the denim down his muscular legs. My hand instantly went back to his growing erection, palming him through his boxer briefs. I loved the way his breathing pattern would change with each touch, rub & squeeze that I offered him. As much as I loved teasing him, my patience was wearing thin. I confidently hooked my small fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down, dropping them on the floor with the rest of our discarded clothing. Upon being released from its fabric confines, his cock sprung up and slapped against his stomach. My salivary glands started working double time at the sight of him. I reached down and grasped his hard length in my hands, marveling at its size, color & shape. He was perfect. Everything about him was perfect.

I slowly began working my hand up and down his shaft, giving gentle squeezes every now and then. His breathing was heavy, quiet curses spilling from his lips. I grazed the tip of his cock with my thumb, collecting the pre-cum and spreading it around as I continued to pump him in my hand. He screwed his eyes shut in pleasure and tilted his head back. While his eyes were off of me momentarily, I took the opportunity to bend down and lick a long stripe all the way up his shaft, from the base to the tip  - ending with a soft kiss to his tip. The second he felt my tongue on his cock his eyes shot back open, not wanting to miss the view.

"Camila..."

Hearing him whimper my name as I flicked my tongue around the tip of his dick was all the encouragement I needed before wrapping my mouth around him completely. His strong hands tangled their way into my hair, gently guiding me as I sucked him off. His breathing became even more erratic the moment I wrapped my hand around the length that my mouth couldn't reach, pumping and sucking him in unison.

"Shit...Camila, I'm c-close..." he gasped. I pulled my mouth away from his cock, pumping him generously with my hand. Another string of curses and moans left his mouth as he released, covering my hands and his stomach in his cum. The sight of it was so sexy that I couldn't help but lean back down and lick up some of the semen that had pooled on his abs. His hands, still tangled in my hair, pulled me up to be face to face with him once again.

"You're incredible, I love you so much," he whispered.

"You are too, and I love you more." I responded honestly.

"Cute, but that's not possible," he said with a smirk.

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After we got cleaned up from our little love romp, we lay in bed facing each other. Not saying much, just admiring one another. His facial features fell slightly, looking almost disappointed.

"I really am sorry...I should've asked," he said once again. I leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss against his soft lips.

"You stopped. You promised me that as soon as I told you no or to stop that you would stop, and you did. You kept your promise. I trust you, Shawn. You have no reason to be sorry." I kissed him again as my fingers brushed some stray curls from his eyes.

"I'm so in love with you," he whispered against my lips.

"The feeling's mutual," I responded.