Between the wine, the intense orgasm, and the cool shower I took, I slept without dreaming or waking. A gentle knock finally pulled me from the deep sleep, and I slowly opened my eyes. A moment passed as I tried to figure out if I had actually heard something or was dreaming. Then the gentle knocking resumed .
"Yes?" I asked, sitting up in bed and pulling the cotton sheet over my naked breasts.
"Your coffee, madam," called Max from the other side of the door.
A smile spread across my lips and I thought quickly. I was wearing panties under the sheet. Would Max be able to control himself under such a stressful situation? He had last night.
"Come in," I called, tossing another pillow behind me and tucking the sheet under my arms. Max slowly opened the door and peeked in, smiling.
"Were you still asleep?" he asked.
"Yeah, but that's OK."
"I guess I'm not telepathic. I thought for sure I heard you call for coffee." I smiled as he set the tray down on the dresser and brought me a cup. I patted the mattress for him to sit, watching his eyes rove the sheet covering my breasts. He hesitated before picking up his cup of coffee and sitting next to me.
"How did you sleep?" I asked, sipping coffee.
"Not very well, I'm afraid."
"Oh? Too hot?"
He laughed. "Yes, too hot. But I don't think the heat was caused by the weather."
"Oh," I looked at my coffee. "Sorry."
"I'm teasing you, Jamie. I can handle the heat. Trust me."
"I do trust you, Max," I said, smiling at him. "More than I've trusted any man in a long time." He was wearing his jogging shorts and sneakers, and I couldn't believe he had run in the heat and mugginess.
"Have you been out for a run already?" I asked.
"Yeah. I didn't run far. Too damn humid." I thought about how his skin must taste with a mixture of sweat and maleness. I felt myself stirring as I looked as his chest and wanted to follow that desire. If I were going to experiment with Max, I was going to have to run with my feelings.
"Would you lean this way?" I asked.
"Why?" asked Max, setting his coffee cup on the bedside table.
"I want to experiment, if you don't mind." Max leaned towards me, and I moved into his neck and ran my tongue from his earlobe to his shoulder bone. He tasted delicious.
"Don't tell me..." groaned Max. "No hands."
"That's right," I said setting my cup on the table next to his. I took his face in my hands and kissed him deeply, feeling his tongue respond to mine. When I pulled away, I licked and kissed his salty neck and chest until his breathing was fast and labored.
"OK," I said releasing him. "I think I'm ready for the next step. Can you stand up a moment?" Max rose and I could see his erection pressing against his shorts.
"Why don't you take off your clothes and lay on the bed while I make a quick trip to the bathroom," I said, rising and letting him ogle my breasts in the morning sun. He watched as I left the room, and I heard sneakers hitting the floor as he obeyed my request. My heart felt like it was stuck in my throat, but I fought down the feeling as I returned to bed. He was naked, face up on the bed, his cock already rigid from the excitement.
"I want to explore your body," I said, laying down next to him. "We're not going to have sex... OK?"
"Explore away, Jamie," he said.
"And no hands!" I said, tucking his hands under his head. He let out a long sigh and relaxed as my hand roamed his chest and his stomach.
"Let me know if this is too difficult," I said going lower. "I don't want to make this unbearable for you." He instinctively spread his legs as my hand wandered over his groin and down his left thigh. I watched his cock twitch and grow as my hand approached. His erection frightened me, and yet I found a certain amount of excitement in making it wave and bob.
"I'm frightened of cocks, Max," I said, looking into his eyes. "During my youth they were a big mystery, and then my first real exposure was the night..." I stopped short of saying it. I had trouble verbalizing the horror of that night. I didn't know if I would always have trouble, but right then, I couldn't uncover that wound. Better to pretend the scar was thick and strong than to test it, right?
I ran my finger gently across the tip of his cock, and it jerked violently towards my hand. I retreated quickly and watched as that thing I both loved and hated fell down next to his stomach. I was so entranced in the power I had over it that I barely heard Max's moans as I repeated the processes several times.
Gradually I became more and more comfortable touching it. Feeling bold, I moved down to look at his balls. They were small and tight, and I wondered if that was because he was aroused. I had always supposed that they were loose and saggy. I stroked them gently at first, and then more firmly until Max yelped.
"Oh... sorry," I said, pulling away my hand.
"It's OK," he sighed. "I'm just sensitive when I'm hard like this."
"You certainly are hard," I said stroking the shaft. I was getting aroused as I touched him and noticed myself squirming against the bed. That was a good sign. Usually I was turned off by erections. I noticed a few wet drops at the tip of his cock and rubbed my finger over it.
"Oh god, Jamie," sighed Max. "I'm not sure how much more I can take."
"Do you mean that you might come if I keep doing this?" I asked squeezing his cock harder.
"Yes," he moaned. I thought about it coming -- shooting out -- and the idea excited me when I knew I could control his orgasm... actually cause the orgasm to happen.
"I think I would like that, Max," I said. "Would you?"
"If you keep going, I won't have the option," he said dropping his head down on the bed and closing his eyes. I pumped his cock faster and watched as his body tensed. I started becoming frightened that it would start shooting out at any second.
"Tell me when you're going to come, Max." I was surprised at how much it sounded like an order.
"Oooh..." he moaned. "I'm close, Jamie."
"Am I doing it right?" I asked moving my hand over the tip and then back down to the bottom of the shaft.
"Oh, yeah...." he groaned. "Just a little faster now." I quickened my pace. He grabbed the headboard and started to groan.
"Oh... it's coming, Jamie... don't stop."
I wanted to freeze, to run. I had created this monster and was forced to face it and conquer it once and for all. Forcefully, I grabbed the head and squeezed it until his hot come shot from the tip and sprayed across his stomach.
"Ah.... god..." he moaned as the headboard creaked from his grip. He continued to groan as each spurt flew from the tip as I stroked him. I wasn't sure when to stop. Finally, he couldn't take anymore.
"Please, Jamie," he half panted, half laughed. "No more." I took my index finger and painted his stomach with the semen, feeling the silkiness. He placed his hands back under his head and let out a deep sigh. "I never realized how much fun it was to be a guinea pig."
"I'm glad you're enjoying this as much as I am," I said, grinning at him. "That's the first time I haven't been grossed about by the thought of shooting semen. I think I'm making great progress."
"Is there anything else I can do for you, madam?" he asked, sitting up on the bed. He tempted me. I was turned on from watching him come and thought about how great it would feel to come against his tongue again.
"Will you do what you did last night?" I asked smiling at him.
"I would love to," said Max. "Why don't you lay back and relax. No Hands. I promise." I thought about it for a moment and noticed his cock was flaccid and unthreatening.
"OK," I said laying down on the bed and bending my knees. "Just go slow."
Max moved around and knelt below my feet, waiting for me to spread my legs. Slowly, I spread them while I watched his face.
"Just watch," I whispered spreading my legs further apart. I reached down and moved my fingers between my slit, feeling the pool of wetness. My finger felt good against my clit, but I knew his tongue would feel even better.
"Right here," I said rubbing my clit. "Lick it right here." I pulled the lips far apart and watched as he leaned in and licked his tongue slowly from the bottom up to the top. I squirmed and moaned as he continued licking my clit. I grabbed my nipples and pulled on them.
"Yes," I moaned. "Oh... yes, Max. Now your finger..." Max pressed first one, and then two fingers up inside of me as he licked furiously, until suddenly I was grabbing the headboard and moaning. I knew I would come this time... like I had the night before... gushing him with my juices.
"Don't stop... oh god...." I moaned and screamed, shaking beneath his mouth... feeling myself contracting against his fingers with each wave of the orgasm. He was so good, so willing to love me this way. Slowly he pulled away from my mound and kissed the inside of my thigh cautiously before moving up on the pillow next to me. I sensed he wanted to hold me, but I was still lost in my own world.
I relaxed my grip on the headboard and dropped my hand down on the bed, landing it on top of Max's hand. I gripped it tenderly and smiled as he played with my fingers.
"This is a big step," he said looking down at my hand. "Today you're letting me touch your fingers." It was the right amount of teasing, and I grinned back at him.
"Yes," I said letting out a long sigh and looking up at the ceiling. "I think I'm making great progress."
"I'm glad, Jamie... really." His face was so sincere that had we been dressed, I would have kissed and hugged him .
"I'm starving," I said letting go of his hand and getting up from the bed. "Let's go make something to eat." I grabbed my robe as he slipped his shorts on and picked up his shoes. "Will you take me into town later to do some shopping?"
"Sure," said Max. "Anytime."
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