“I’ve got you, goddess,” I finally say, my voice low and soothing, and I feel her legs relax infinitesimally. “Just lie back. And I’m going to worship you the way you’ve always deserved. You trust me?”
She meets my eyes, and I see her swallow nervously, but then she stretches her arms out so she’s no longer up on her elbows, and I see her nod once and close her eyes.
Now that I know this is her first time, the beast inside me backs down enough that I’m no longer raging to take her as quickly and ferociously as I can. I want to make this perfect for her, and I want to savor every single nuance of her experience. I take the first unhurried swipe of my tongue up from the very bottom of her entrance, not stopping until I circle her clit. Her entire body goes lax as if her bones disintegrated, letting out all the air in her lungs. As I suck her clit between my lips, her hands shoot to my hair. I glance up her still-wet body to find her head lifted, her eyes on mine just as I trace her clit with the tip of my tongue inside my mouth. Her eyes go wide, and her brows furrow as her lips part on a gasp.
I use all gentle strokes, long swipes, slow movements, and my hot breath to ease her into calming the anxiety every woman feels the first time someone eats her out, making a show of breathing her in. “Goddess, you smell like heaven. You’re more than I even dream of,” I murmur against her clit, making her feel my words as she hears them, and she shudders. And soon, there’s the telltale sign that she’s fully into this, her mind finally giving in to the idea of gaining pleasure from being eaten instead of just getting through it.
Her hips start to instinctively rock against my face, and my cock grows hard once again. At forty-two, I’m no teenage boy who can just get a boner right after a woman makes him come. But fuck if my dick remembers that, and I press my erection against the end of the bed to soothe the ache growing there the more she grinds her pussy against my mouth.
When I look at the expression on her face, I recognize it instantly. It’s the face I burst in on right before she screamed in surprise. It’s a look of concentration, desperation to orgasm, as I continue licking, sucking, dragging my teeth gently over her sensitive nub, absorbing the sexy moans and little sighs coming from her as she presses her head back against the mattress.
When I pull back a moment to look at her, seeing that my pleasurable assault and beard against her delicate flesh have turned her red, I involuntarily thrust against the edge of the bed. “You’re a fucking goddess, Astrid. So beautiful here, like a lotus. I have never seen such a pretty pussy,” I whisper, and she whimpers.
“Please, Neil,” she begs, and the desperation in her voice pulls me back in.
I switch modes once again to small, rhythmic circles, tracing with the tip of my tongue around her clit. I drape my arm around the front of her hips and use my thumb to pull back her hood, exposing her even more to me. And while her hips pick up their rhythmic movements, her face grows more and more frustrated, and that’s when I remember her heartbreaking plea when I found her masturbating. “Please, Neil. I need to come.”
It was a cry for help. She wasn’t just asking me to finally give in to our desire for one another. She was begging for me to help her find her release.
She’s unable to come.
At the realization, I pull back once again and stare into her face, seeing the tears pooling near the bridge of her nose. Tears of frustration, of hopelessness to orgasm and find relief.
My poor Astrid. My poor, sweet Astrid who has been through so fucking much. No wonder she hasn’t made much progress over the year she’s lived here. If she hasn’t had any type of physical activity from never leaving the house, added to being unable to make herself come, she’s had absolutely no relief. None of those delicious endorphins to run throughout her beautiful body to chase away any of her pain.
“Goddess,” I prompt, “look at me.” She blinks open her eyes, wiping away the tears pooled here, and she meets my stare. She had been so sassy when I first met her, so argumentative, and that endearing personality still peeps through. Yet she can follow orders so well when she wants to. “Are you able to come by yourself?”
She gulps, her cheeks turning bright pink.
“Astrid, remember who I am, baby. Remember I’m a professional who can help you. This is my expertise.” When she doesn’t respond, her face full of embarrassment, I squeeze her hip. “Look around you, goddess. I didn’t get all this by sucking at what I do.”