This was unreal. He was kneeling on the floor, his hands running up and down Eliza’s smooth, bare legs.
Her obviously wet pussy staring him right in the face.
“Please, Henry,” she begged above him, her eyes watching every move he made.
Far be it for him to leave her hanging.
Trailing his hands up bare legs, he leaned forward and let his lips follow the same path as his hands. Her breath hitched and he felt her body quiver. The nerd in him punched the air in victory. As far as he knew, he’d never been one to inspire lust in a woman. He was mediocre in all things including his love life.
He liked sex, but other than the first time when he’d been a randy eighteen-year-old, he’d never felt out of control. Never felt the need to inspire lust. Eliza made him ache in a way that he’d never known before.
And he wanted her to ache the same way for him.
The higher on her legs he went, the more she moaned and whimpered. Teasing had never been his thing, but seeing and hearing her reaction was making him rethink that. Her skin was soft under his hands and tasted so sweet on his lips. He was mid-thigh with his lips, as his hand traveled higher. The back of his fingertips brushed lightly over the fabric of her panties and it took everything in him not to rip them away.
Rip them away? Since when was he the kind of guy who ripped a woman's panties off?
“Touch me,” she pleaded, her hand wrapping around his, moving it until it was pressing against the center of her wet panties. “Please.”
If he looked back on it, that was the moment he knew she was the one for him. Her boldness and assertiveness woke up the animal inside him. One that he never knew existed.
With both hands, he forcefully pulled her panties down her legs, not waiting for her to step out of them before he swiped one finger into her moisture. He didn’t know if the groan he heard was from him or Eliza, and he didn’t care. He just wanted more of her soft, wet heat. He teased her with his finger, sliding it back and forth but never entering her. When he ran it over her clit, she gripped his hair so hard in her hands that he thought he’d be bald when all this was over.
Smiling, he dipped his index finger inside her, reveling in her moan and how tight she was. It was a toss-up on what he wanted to watch more, her pussy clutching his finger or her face as he moved said finger inside of her.
Her pussy won out as he watched her body climb to the top of the peak. When he slipped a second finger inside, she cried out, her whole body shaking as her orgasm pulsed through her. She went listless above him and he knew he had to move her before she fell. Standing, he gripped her around the waist and laid her down gently on the bed.
“Oh God,” she said, “I can’t believe I just did that.” She lifted her head to look at him standing above her, kicking her panties the rest of the way off. “Are you a superhero? Like behind the glasses and messy hair, you’re actually the Superman of orgasms?”
He laughed as he began swiftly undressing. His cock was about to rip the seams of his pants if he wasn’t let out of his cage. “I’m not a superhero despite the glasses and messy hair.” When he looked up to her face once he was naked, he noticed her eyes widen in what looked like shock.
“Holy shit. What do you plan to do with that thing?”
He looked down to his cock which was hard against his stomach, the tip reaching his belly button. As a teenager, he’d known it was bigger than most but always just chalked that up to his going through puberty early. He’d had a few sexual partners who mentioned that it was too big or too much but he always assumed that was sex talk.
“Is something wrong with it?”
“Are you serious? He’s fucking huge. What is it, eleven inches?”
His dick twitched, and if possible, grew harder when she’d called him huge. “I’ve never measured it before.”
Her eyes left his dick and found his. “Really? I thought all guys did that.”
“I didn’t know there was a reason to. I just assumed they were all this size.” He looked at himself. “Are they not?”
She laughed, and with her legs, she pulled him on top of her. “No, Henry, everyone’s cock is not the length of a ruler and the width of a soda can. Haven’t you ever watched porn?”
His dick was nestled comfortably between her thighs as he held himself above her on his elbows. “Yes, I’ve watched porn, but all the guys are similar to me.”
Her eyes danced with amusement. “I guess that was a stupid question since that’s the purpose of porn. But as an FYI, cocks are not all this big. In my experience alone, I’ve never seen one come even close to this big.”
Hearing her say ‘cock’ had him pushing himself against her thigh to help relieve some pressure. “You don’t have to bolster my confidence. I’m here with you and it’s the only place I want to be.”
“Hey, dummy, I’m not bolstering anything.” He felt her hand move between them and then she grabbed his dick, squeezing hard. “You are the biggest, and if God has anything to say about it, I’m hoping the best I’ve ever been with. So stop worrying that I won’t like this and fuck me.”
Somehow, his brain could still function with her hand moving up and down his shaft. “Condom.”
She lifted the arm that wasn’t busy driving him crazy above her head and somehow came up with a condom.
He snatched it from her as he sat back on his calves. He wasn’t coordinated enough nor did he do this enough to be able to roll a condom on with one hand. He had to bat her hand away to do the job, and she laughed, her whole body shaking under him. Leaning forward again, he pressed his forehead against hers.
“Can you maybe not laugh while I do this?”
Her hands went around his body and gripped his ass. “I can assure you that I will not be laughing when you are inside me. But first, you have to get there.”
He pressed into her, the head of his cock being engulfed inside her tight wetness. The sensations flowing through his body were too much and he wasn’t going to last once he got inside her. “Is this okay?”
“So fucking okay,” she moaned out. “More.” She pressed her hips upward and another few inches sank inside.
It was a mix of heaven and hell. Her body moving under him was the best feeling. But he wanted more, wanted all of her. With a final push, he thrust fully inside her body. They both moaned, as he stilled.
Looking down to her face, he saw in her expression how he felt. Pure bliss. As he started to move in and out, her eyes stayed on him the whole time. He saw everything she felt. When he pressed deep, she moaned, her body vibrating against his. When he gave her shallow thrusts, she whimpered wanting more contact. Her facial expressions and sounds alone had him on the verge of release. Each sound, each swivel of her hips, pushed him closer and closer to heaven. Her fingernails dug into the skin on his back and her heels were pressed into the back of his thighs as she tried to get closer and closer to him. Her pants were faster and the words she uttered were completely incoherent as she lost herself in the passion of what they were doing.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, and he felt her tighten around him.
As she rode out the wave of her release, his own barreled through him, and he came on a shout.
He fell on top of her, breathing heavily and not sure he would ever move again.
“I know I was joking about you being a superhero,” she said in his ear as her fingers danced over his back, “but holy shit, you really are.”
He lifted his head just enough to see her face and the relaxed look on it. “I think you might be a superhero.” He nuzzled her cheek with his own. “I should get up.” He knew he had to, condoms, after all, weren't a hundred percent and staying inside her any longer would only make that number go down.
She sighed. “One more second.” Her fingers wandered into his hair, her lips finding his in a lazy kiss. Seconds ticked by and the kiss turned to more, his cock starting to come to life again. Pulling away from the kiss, he fumbled until he was off of her and off the bed.
Naked, condom-covered, now a semi-hard cock in hand, he just stood there.
If he’d been a superhero, he would have known how to deal with this situation. Instead, he was a clueless, nerdy guy who had no idea what to do after sex with an amazing woman.
“Bathroom is through there,” she pointed to the other side of the room.
He practically ran there, if one could run with a full condom covering his dick. Taking a moment to settle after he cleaned up, he braced his hands on the sink and took several deep breaths. He heard a noise and looked to the door, where Eliza was standing, naked. She walked to him, coming up behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist.
“What happened out there?” Her words were soft and comforting, not interrogating.
“It’s never been like that for me.” If she was going to send him away, he might as well be honest.
“And you think it has for me?”
He turned in her arms. “My dick was getting hard again.”
She looked up at him. “And other than the condom issue, why is that a problem?”
“It’s never happened before.”
Her body moved closer to his, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest. “That’s a good thing. That just means that I make you feel more than anyone else ever did.”
He smoothed a hand over her hair. “And you’re okay with that?”
“If you knew how much, it might scare you.”
He shook his head. “It wouldn’t.”
“I want you, Henry. And I know I should be cool, calm and collected about it but I just can’t. From the second I met you…” She shook her head. “No, from the second I heard you play through your ceiling, I’ve been off track. Not myself. Something about you turns my insides to mush. Actually, everything about you turns me to mush.”
He breathed a sigh of relief that somehow, someway, this beautiful, smart, sexy woman was feeling the same things he was feeling. “What you’re saying is that you’re as out of control as I am?” He cupped her face in between both his hands.
“Completely out of control.”
He kissed her nose, then her cheek, and finally her lips. “Let’s go back to bed.”
“Or,” she swallowed, looking up at him, “we could stay right here.” She slid out of his embrace, his arms falling to his sides.
He was transfixed as he watched her fall to her knees on the floor in front of him. His dick was already hard thanks to being pressed up against her lush body and bobbed between her face and his stomach.
“I can’t believe you thought this was normal-sized,” she said as she took him in hand. “Honestly, it’s a little extreme. I mean who needs this much dick?”
“You seemed to enjoy it.” Her hand was lightly running up and down his length making his breathing quicken.
“I more than enjoyed it. And now I’m going to enjoy it again.” She looked up at him and winked. “Or at least the part I can fit into my mouth.”
Fuck him.
As a thirty-year-old man, he’d had blowjobs before. He’d never gotten that much pleasure from having a woman’s mouth on his cock, though. But with Eliza, he was practically shaking with the thought of her warm, wet mouth covering him.
Tentatively, she licked the tip, her tongue catching the moisture that pooled there. His breath hitched and he wondered if he’d even survive if she went further.
He found out when her mouth engulfed the head. He almost fell over from the rush of pleasure. Thank God for the sink behind him. She wasted no time moving lower, taking more of him inside her warm, waiting mouth. The friction of her going up and down his length with her tongue swirling at the top was overwhelming. She kept up the pace and each time her mouth went a tiny bit lower, taking him a little bit deeper. He felt his cock hit the back of her throat and instead of pulling out, she swallowed.
“Jesus Christ.”
She was magnificent. He’d never felt the sensations he was having before. He wanted to grip her head and fuck her mouth like it was her pussy. He wanted her to take more of him, and when he came, he wanted her to swallow down every last drop.
He’d never had sex where he felt the need to dominate like this.
Testing the waters, he dug his fingers into her hair holding her a little closer to him. She moaned around his cock and tried to go even deeper. He didn’t force her head against him, but he didn’t let her come up for air, either. With shallow strokes, he bucked his hips into her mouth, letting her decide how much of him she wanted.
She didn’t stop. Kept on taking more and more of him. And when he looked down, he saw her hand moving furiously between her legs.
She was getting herself off on sucking his cock.
Holy fucking shit.
That was his limit. The sight of her, so turned on at sucking his cock that she had to masturbate.
His balls tensed and he knew he was coming and couldn’t stop it. She didn’t seem to care, though. At the first taste of him, she sucked him hard, milking every last drop out of him.
He loosened his grip on her hair and slumped back against the sink. “Goddamn, you are amazing.” He searched her eyes. “Was that...okay?”
She stood, somehow making it look sexy, and leaned against him. “I liked it. Liked feeling you become out of control. And in case you didn’t notice,” she brought her fingers to her mouth, sucking two inside before removing them with a pop, “I came too.”
He watched her walk away, her hips swaying as she did. His cock, which had already come twice in the last twenty minutes, started to rise once more.
He wasn’t stupid enough to confuse sex with love, but if he did ever fall in love, she’d have to be exactly like Eliza.
Following her out of the bathroom, he found her sliding a t-shirt over her head. “I don’t know about you but I’m starving.”
He searched around the floor for his jeans. “We could still go out.” He pulled the jeans on, zipping and buttoning them.
“Or we could order food, eat in bed and have sex again.” She was sitting on her bed, knees under her.
“You have the best ideas.” He leaned over the bed, kissing her. It felt so natural to do. Like he’d been doing it every day of his life. “Do you have any idea where my glasses are?” He was looking around but didn’t see them anywhere.
“I think in the living room.”
He went in search of them, and sure enough, found them on the floor near the couch. When he turned, finally wearing them again, he saw Eliza standing in the archway between the hallway and living room. “Can you see anything without those?”
“Yes and no. Up close, I can see without them, but far away, things are just a blur.”
She walked closer. “You are sexy without them, but with them on, I want you all over again.”
He laughed. “No one has ever found my glasses sexy before.”
“They were fucking idiots.” She sauntered toward him, her t-shirt barely covering her ass. “I can’t imagine that I look as sexy in my glasses.”
“You wear glasses?” He’d never seen her wearing them.
“Contacts most of the time, but sometimes the lights hurt my eyes and I need to wear my glasses.”
“I’d like to see that.”
“Maybe you will.” She dropped down on the couch. “What should we eat?”
“Anything you want. I am not picky.” He sat down next to her. “Next time, though, I am taking you out.”
“Don’t pretend like you didn’t more than enjoy skipping dinner.”
“I enjoyed it immensely. As a matter of fact, I’m thinking I should always have my dessert first from now on.”
“You won’t hear me complain.” She turned to face him. “What you will hear is me shouting your name over and over.”
He swore his cheeks were bright red. She was so open and honest. “The things that come out of your mouth.” He shook his head.
“I think it’s you because other than with Nathan, I’m never this straightforward. And I’ve never been a sex talker, but I can’t seem to stop myself.”
“It’s the same for me. I’m not good at dating, have never been. I don’t know how to flirt, don’t know what’s good or bad, hell, I didn’t know my dick was abnormally large.” Dammit, he'd done it again. “See, I say things that I’ve never said before.”
She laughed, her shoulders shaking. “We make a good pair. And for the record, your dick is the perfect size. For me.” She twiddled her fingers in her lap. “So, food?”
“Food.” Except neither of them moved. He was staring at her and she was doing the same to him. Like they couldn’t look away. Transfixed, he took one of her hands in his. He liked touching her. Even holding her hand was enough. He felt her relax, felt her body ease next to him and his did the same.
She dropped her head on his shoulder, and for the longest time, they just sat there.
“Why does this feel so right?” he finally asked, his voice barely audible.
“Maybe because it is.” She squeezed his hand, her head and body snuggling in closer to him.
He wasn’t an expert on love or relationships or anything that went with them. But, he was an expert on his own feelings. And what he was feeling for Eliza was bigger, more than he’d ever felt or even thought he could feel.
She was meant for him, as corny as that sounded, and he was going to do everything in his power to make her part of his life.