“Why can’t I cum? Something must be wrong with me because I can’t even do it when I’m by myself.”
He looked at me through the door into the shadowy bedroom. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t what he expected to come home to. He came in and sat on the edge of the bed. I lay there next to him, my jeans open and my hand reaching into them, down between my legs.
“I guess you just need my magic touch,” he said. “Wait. You do with me, right?”
I shrugged, a little embarrassed to admit it.
“Damn. You’re good. So you’ve never — ”
“Maybe I can help.”
“It’s not you. It’s me.”
“Okay, tell me what you think about when you masturbate? Sexy stories? Porn? What gets you excited?”
“None of that. I usually do it because you’re gone and something arouses me. I start to imagine you doing things to me. I get right there. At least I think I’m right there. But instead of, you know, like you say, instead of crossing over, I just shut down.”
“What are you thinking about when that happens?”
“I’m thinking about wanting to cum.”
“Too much pressure. You’ll know when it’s time. Until then just lose yourself in the pleasure. Let’s try an experiment. Don’t think about anything. Just do what I tell you.”
I nodded, closed my eyes, and lay back, intentionally relaxing.
“Take off all your clothes. Don’t rush. Slip them off like you would for me. Let your hands slide over your skin, everywhere you can reach.
“Perfect. Now trace your fingertips around your breasts, but don’t touch your nipples. Tease yourself. Wait for it.”
I traced my fingers along my collarbone and neck and down to my breasts.
“That’s it. Touch your breasts now. I can see how excited you’re getting. I see your hard nipples.”
Eyes still closed, my fingers brushed across my nipples, and I couldn’t help but moan. I rubbed my nipples and pulled at them gently.
“Slide your other hand down your stomach. Slowly. Enjoy the anticipation.”
The excitement in his voice was evident. When I looked over at him, he was slowly rubbing the bulge in his jeans. My thighs pressed together, and I felt that familiar warmth between my legs. I slid a finger over my pussy and felt my swollen lips. I watched him as he watched me, and I was so turned on by the sight of his desire. I pushed a finger through my wetness, and I watched as he unzipped his jeans and slowly stroked his cock, already dripping with pre-cum.
“Close your eyes. Just focus on your clit, just your clit.” He slipped off his pants and climbed onto the bed onto his knees, straddling my thighs. “Now, keep the pressure light and consistent, the same rhythm, no changes. You could do this while I’m inside you, and it should help you to cum then, too.”
“How will I know when I’m — ”
“Don’t worry about that. Just enjoy it.” I peeked through slitted eyes and saw that he was taking his own advice, rubbing his shaft in a steady rhythm over me. No one ever had to tell him to just enjoy it.
“Try squeezing your pussy muscles as you rub your clit.”
A moan escaped me. I felt like I was falling, being pulled towards something.
He breathed heavily as he watched me, and I could hear the fap-fap-fap as his hand moved faster.
“That’s it. Squeeze your breast, pinch your nipple, keep rubbing your clit. Don’t stop. Don’t change.”
Instead of worrying about an orgasm, I just let myself go, lost in a flood of sensations.
I heard him gasp, then groan, and I felt his warm cum spurt onto my fingers and pussy as he shot his load on me. His cum poured onto my clit, all over and under my fingers, and I rubbed it around and around and around as my body seemed to float above the bed. No words, no thoughts, I could only feel. My slippery, cum-soaked clit became my center, the only thing I knew. My back arched as I pressed my hips up into my hand.
“Oh, God,” I said as I felt something new, like I had crossed a line. “Oh, God! Oh, God!” I didn’t stop. I didn’t change. I didn’t think. My body tensed, and I caught my breath, and then it all released with one long moan.
He was still straddling me when I opened my eyes, his face hopeful and expectant. I smiled and let my eyes close. “Oh, God.”