Maisy

Chapter 14: Jon

“I want to touch you, now."  She disclosed after a moment or two had passed.  I turned to her on the bed and reached out to grab her hand.

"This was about you, don't worry about me."

"But I want to." 

"We have time for all that later.  I'm fine." 

"But I really want to.  It's not just for you, it's for me, too."  She puffed out air.

"Maisy, let's just relax, it's already so late."  I tried to convince her again.

"Do you not want me to, or something?"  She seemed angry when she didn't need to be, when she'd been so pleased just moments before. 

"Maisy."  I gave her a small smile.

"What?"

"This was about you.  I wanted to make you happy."

“And thank you,” her voice seemed small again, “you did make me very happy.” 

And her eyes seemed to truly wish to convey this message to me, so I stroked her cheek and nodded.

“But,” she continued, “am I not allowed to want to make you happy?”

“You are making me happy- I’m happy when you are.”

“That’s not the same thing and you know it.”

“I just wanted to take care of you.  That’s what this was about.” And I fought against it, but a slight bit of frustration was weaved through my words.

"Sooooo, it's like you just did me some kind of… absent minded favor?" Her voice grew in size and I struggled to find a way to appease.

"You know that's not what I mean."

"No, I never know what you mean because you NEVER TALK, so yes, I have to put the words in your mouth."  It was like she slapped me and my voice collapsed within my pulse.

"I WANT YOU," loud then barely audible, "fuck, of course I want you."  I was suddenly so tired, my hand covered my face as I whipped my back flat on the bed.  

"Ever since the night… in the chair," I mumbled through my fingers, "but I feel like you are going to change your mind, I feel like you SHOULD change your mind, so I HAVE to take it slow.  I don't want you to regret anything. I CANNOT fuck you up."

She giggled, "so you want to fuck me, but also not 'fuck' me?"

She snuggled in close again, turned my face with her hand, looked me straight in the eyes and my cock pulsed with each of these three words she said, "I. Want. To." 

I found myself giving in as I watched her sit up in the bed and lean towards my waist.  Found myself nodding as her fingers pulled up my shirt to expose a little skin, to expose the button of my jeans, an exposure which sparked a glint in her eye.  Fingers now grasping my shirt, her second hand, drew up my thigh, my heart seemed to sputter, my groin ached, eyes squeezed shut as to not miss any bit of this feeling, of her touch.  Up my thigh, her hand trailed, as her other began to trail down, seconds stretched out, seconds screaming to be felt, seconds ticked till both hands landed; the stroke of midnight.

A touch so pure, almost painful, I tore open my eyes.  Trapped in my mouth, so many sounds, as I watched her lean forward, spreading her hands apart, paving the way, puckered mouth, warm lips, placing a kiss atop me, running her cheek against my length. 

I was fused into the bed as not to move or breath, as if I were to blink too hard she'd just disappear.  Her hands moved to unbutton my jeans as I held my breath, because if I made a sound, she might turn her head and see who's body she's over and be disappointed and leave.  Or if I moved, at all, lifted my hand from the bed, I'd expose myself as the fraud I was and I pulsed so hard beneath her hands I truly thought of just dying if anything I ever did made her get up and go. 

But her touch continued as she looked up and said, "help me get these off!"  In which I swiftly obeyed until suddenly I was exposed and all the air so openly vulnerable, I breathed it in as I sank into the feeling of falling as she stared at my cock.  She laid down beside me and slowly reached forward and everything I knew, thought I knew, thought I'd learned or been taught, was stripped away as she touched me. Her fingertips held me and I couldn't think, vowels caught in my throat, I was washed away save for these five points of pressure, these five points of pleasure as I struggled to breath. 

Show me how? A whisper drawn into my ears, three words lighter than air begging my brain to remember how to think.  I cupped her cheek in my palm and kissed my forehead to hers. I was just a boy and she just a girl as she wrapped her hand fully around me and gently tugged me in close.

Please? Her lips tickled my ear, I strained and pulsed as I pressed my hips forward.  Closing the space between us, I trailed my hand down her neck, over her breast, along her side.  She moved her soft hand along my ridged length, and there was no help needed. Every touch was exquisite, every squeeze drew me in and up and my head back as I groaned.

"Is it okay?"  Three words again as she looked into my eyes, searching, what was she looking for?

"What?" 

I managed a meager word as her palm cupped the tip of my cock, pressing down, leaving my precum to stain her hand and I sucked in air as she repeated, "is it okay?"  

Her eyes were big against her face and I forced myself to try to think of anything but the need to shove my dick, which has never been so big and raw and needy, straight between her legs and push and push and push until I came inside her and made her my own.

"You're perfect," I stammered as I tried to hold this feeling and keep my seed within so this moment could last forever and I could carry it with me, always; the smoothness of her skin, her pressing eyes and velvet touch.  Make this last so if she were to never again look my way, never again ask to touch, never again ask me to her bed; I could remember this moment and it could be enough.

She moved down the bed now, using two hands, working together, her breath so near my throbbing head I pressed up, wanting to graze her lips, she drew her gaze up to meet my eyes and asked, "can I put it in my mouth?" 

It was too much, I'd been hard for too long, I couldn't hold on, her raspy voice, hands of silk, those luscious lips, eager to learn, eager to please, I pushed towards her one last time, more forcibly, then tried to pull away as I climaxed, because how could anyone have withstood those words, that look, those wide eyes?  I exploded in waves of pure pleasure as she left me in pieces, all over her bed.

And as I was coming down, realizing I'd showered her quite well, looking for words to say as an apology, searching for an explanation or a towel or just anything to simply say, she did something that was almost more enchanting than the earth shaking orgasm she just gave me.  A few little clumps of my seed had landed on her face, in which she petted them down with her fingers, stuck them in her mouth, sucking, and closed her eyes.

I stroked her cheek and when her eyes found mine again, we were both smiling.