Just hearing the words makes his cock start to pulse and it's no good, he just has to have her. He can't stand not making her come first but now he just can't wait anymore, he's done.
His fingers withdraw from her and he's careful when he takes himself in hand, not gripping tightly or near the head. He inches up closer and there's a tiny, quiet, high-pitched noise as the head of his cock slides against skin for just a fraction of space before there's give and the tip finds heat and wet and a touch of grip. He pulls back an inch to try and get a hold on his desire but it calls to him; his hips are moving without a thought, seeking it out and she'll feel the moment he finally lets himself push inside her - just an inch or two, so slow he could swear he feels the walls of her cunt stretching out to accomodate him - because his whole body starts to vibrate gently and he cries out quietly before cutting it off abruptly.
Breathe. Breathe, breathe fucking breathe you asshole...
He can count on one hand the number of women he's had that he actually gave a damn about pleasing. Typical that this is one of the few and she's wound him up so tight he can't please her, can hardly move for fear of breaking. But he's trying, trying so hard, to not let himself down (her hands are in his hair and she's so close, she won't be able to see him digging his nails into the soft part of his inner thigh, hoping the pain will hold off the inevitable); he eases forward again and she envelops him like a vice, a fucking vice. She was tight on his fingers, it's worse on his cock and he knows that one sudden movement and he's finished.
'Should've...let...you blow me,' he gasps out, hating the defensive note he hears in his voice. She's just a woman, what does it matter if she thinks he's bad?
But it does matter because somehow, she's going to end up his girlfriend in thirty years and he's been talking a good talk since they met and he sure as hell doesn't want to look like an asshole now. But he can't do a thing, he's moving so slow, filling her up, making her take the length of him and when he's buried completely he stays there, presses against her body and rocks a little, hopes that the pressure on her clit will get him off the hook a little while longer.
no subject
His fingers withdraw from her and he's careful when he takes himself in hand, not gripping tightly or near the head. He inches up closer and there's a tiny, quiet, high-pitched noise as the head of his cock slides against skin for just a fraction of space before there's give and the tip finds heat and wet and a touch of grip. He pulls back an inch to try and get a hold on his desire but it calls to him; his hips are moving without a thought, seeking it out and she'll feel the moment he finally lets himself push inside her - just an inch or two, so slow he could swear he feels the walls of her cunt stretching out to accomodate him - because his whole body starts to vibrate gently and he cries out quietly before cutting it off abruptly.
Breathe. Breathe, breathe fucking breathe you asshole...
He can count on one hand the number of women he's had that he actually gave a damn about pleasing. Typical that this is one of the few and she's wound him up so tight he can't please her, can hardly move for fear of breaking. But he's trying, trying so hard, to not let himself down (her hands are in his hair and she's so close, she won't be able to see him digging his nails into the soft part of his inner thigh, hoping the pain will hold off the inevitable); he eases forward again and she envelops him like a vice, a fucking vice. She was tight on his fingers, it's worse on his cock and he knows that one sudden movement and he's finished.
'Should've...let...you blow me,' he gasps out, hating the defensive note he hears in his voice. She's just a woman, what does it matter if she thinks he's bad?
But it does matter because somehow, she's going to end up his girlfriend in thirty years and he's been talking a good talk since they met and he sure as hell doesn't want to look like an asshole now. But he can't do a thing, he's moving so slow, filling her up, making her take the length of him and when he's buried completely he stays there, presses against her body and rocks a little, hopes that the pressure on her clit will get him off the hook a little while longer.