She masturbates in front of him. Lying half-reclined with her shirt still on and legs parted just enough. He watches silent and wide-eyed with his hands folded in his clothed lap. It’s not that it’s a completely foreign concept to him, he’s been with girls before, has tested these waters, in dark corners and under thick covers traced out shapes and felt moist on his fingertips, but maybe this is the first time he has really seen, really paid attention, even if just subconsciously. He’s older now, maybe that’s why. He watches her fingers, her face, her tensing abdomen. Her gaze hollowing, losing connection with his, sliding off, blinking vacant. Her short and low ah, when it happens. How long she stays rubbing small circles, how quick they soften.
Later he returns the favor, and she does watch in silence but with not very wide eyes, and her head sits tilted to the side. His genitals suddenly feel petty (and that’s not a great feeling), hers like a complex machinery requiring the finest and most intricate treatment while he rubs one out in one and a half monotone minute, sort of wants to shrug modestly afterwards when wiping himself off, say something along the lines of “that’s about it”, and he almost feels himself getting angry because it’s not fair, how is he supposed to do this, how is he supposed to know.
There are no quick fixes or easy answers, but they practice, and slowly they learn each other.
He eats her out, and he doesn’t know if it’s her first time, but it’s his. (She has to help him through it but he does get her off.)
Some nights, (or mornings, or noons, whatever couple of hours they can find to themselves,) they fuck three times in a row because it takes about as much time for him to come and re-harden twice as it does for her to come once. This also doesn’t feel really fair but when he realizes that when that point comes, a second can follow quite quick upon the first, he feels better about it. He pulls the third out of her, almost just wanting to see if it’s possible, and she whines and twists so bad that he almost wonders if he’s hurting her. She denies it, but he still asks if she wants it the next time.
She isn’t shy, per se. Cautious, maybe, careful, as in most other situations. But she doesn’t hesitate before wringing her shirt off or dropping her pants, doesn’t mind standing before him stretched out and naked. Doesn’t pretend not to look when he stands in front of her stretched out and naked (even if he sometimes has to suppress the urge to cover his groin with his hands and avert his gaze). Doesn’t hesitate about saying what she wants. He doesn’t tell her, but he thinks he likes it best when she pushes him down and rides him, looking down at him with dark eyes through the long tousled hair that falls into her face. Her breasts moving along with her hips, her hands clutching at his chest, her soft gasps and noises. He doesn’t need to think, doesn’t need to make decisions, doesn’t need to try to be in control. He grips her hips with shaking hands and just tries to keep up, for all he’s worth.
(haaah chinhand away but don't hold your breath, my muse is very capricious. tho if something more comes out i'll post it here, if you want n__n IF IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER is that even a question. ofc if you'd want to write something that'd be very appreciated ⊙ω⊙)
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Later he returns the favor, and she does watch in silence but with not very wide eyes, and her head sits tilted to the side. His genitals suddenly feel petty (and that’s not a great feeling), hers like a complex machinery requiring the finest and most intricate treatment while he rubs one out in one and a half monotone minute, sort of wants to shrug modestly afterwards when wiping himself off, say something along the lines of “that’s about it”, and he almost feels himself getting angry because it’s not fair, how is he supposed to do this, how is he supposed to know.
There are no quick fixes or easy answers, but they practice, and slowly they learn each other.
He eats her out, and he doesn’t know if it’s her first time, but it’s his. (She has to help him through it but he does get her off.)
Some nights, (or mornings, or noons, whatever couple of hours they can find to themselves,) they fuck three times in a row because it takes about as much time for him to come and re-harden twice as it does for her to come once. This also doesn’t feel really fair but when he realizes that when that point comes, a second can follow quite quick upon the first, he feels better about it. He pulls the third out of her, almost just wanting to see if it’s possible, and she whines and twists so bad that he almost wonders if he’s hurting her. She denies it, but he still asks if she wants it the next time.
She isn’t shy, per se. Cautious, maybe, careful, as in most other situations. But she doesn’t hesitate before wringing her shirt off or dropping her pants, doesn’t mind standing before him stretched out and naked. Doesn’t pretend not to look when he stands in front of her stretched out and naked (even if he sometimes has to suppress the urge to cover his groin with his hands and avert his gaze). Doesn’t hesitate about saying what she wants. He doesn’t tell her, but he thinks he likes it best when she pushes him down and rides him, looking down at him with dark eyes through the long tousled hair that falls into her face. Her breasts moving along with her hips, her hands clutching at his chest, her soft gasps and noises. He doesn’t need to think, doesn’t need to make decisions, doesn’t need to try to be in control. He grips her hips with shaking hands and just tries to keep up, for all he’s worth.
(haaah chinhand away but don't hold your breath, my muse is very capricious. tho if something more comes out i'll post it here, if you want n__n IF IT MAKES ME FEEL BETTER is that even a question. ofc if you'd want to write something that'd be very appreciated ⊙ω⊙)