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You keep flexing the paperback in your hands, rubbing the already worn-out pages between your fingertips. Over and over again you read the same paragraph, your mind simply won’t focus on what you want it to. Still trying not to be too obvious with your uneasiness you look up at Jason.
He’s sitting across from you on the sofa, legs bent in front of him and linked with yours. His arm is resting on the headrest while he holds a copy of Wuthering Heights with his free hand. For a moment you get lost in his scrunched up features, in his gaze that softly caresses the pages and in the ups-and-downs of his chest.
He turns the page and you remember where you are. You’re in his apartment. It’s Friday night. Date night. Your sweetheart of a boyfriend invited you into his home, cooked you dinner and suggested a quiet evening reading together. It’s not anything new; you read your books separately and every once in a while you interrupt each other to make a comment or to share a thought.
Yet you hadn’t said a word since you sat down. Jason must have noticed by now. Mr Batman-Is-My-Father-And-Mentor must have noticed you haven’t turned a page all evening.
Your initial intentions really were of reading but lately there’s only been one thought on your mind: sex. Okay, well, not like that. More like the lack thereof. You’ve been dating for little over five months now and it’s not like you haven’t done anything. Some fooling around, some oral on both sides but nothing more than that and honestly, you can’t but wonder if he’s getting bored of that. He’s been nothing if not patient and understanding (as one should be of course) but that doesn’t mean he can’t have desires.
Logically you know he won’t lose interest because you’re not ready for “traditional sex” but that little voice inside your head haunts you. It feels like you’re just waiting for him to get tired of you and your issues.
You should talk to him about it, you know you should.
You look up, his eyes are still fixated on his book. You bite your lip and take a trembling breath. You nudge his foot with yours. “Jay?”
His eyes immediately shoot up and that incessant gaze now lingers on you. “Mh?”
“Does it bother you that we haven’t had sex yet?”
He closes his book and arches an eyebrow. “I don’t know where you’ve been babe but we’ve been having sex.”
You huff and a faint smile tugs at your lips but you quickly suppress it.
“No, I mean- yes, we have been having sex. But I mean like, traditional sex. Intercourse.”
His eyebrows pinch slightly and he hums in acknowledgement. “Does that bother you?”
Not expecting your question to be repeated back you just stare at him wordless, thinking. Then he scoots over closer to you and his hand starts caressing your knee.
“I mean, no, but aren’t you bothered? Don’t you want to?”
“I want to do whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Now you feel bad because no matter how sweet he’s being you can’t help but get frustrated.
“But aren’t you fed up by now?” Your voice starts to raise without wanting to and your eyes sting with self-doubt. “Having to wait for me, hearing no from me over and over again? Getting rejected every time? I know you’d never do something I didn’t want but-”.
His hands come up to cup your face and his gaze is the only thing that makes you stop talking.
“Now, I want you to listen to me carefully, okay?” You nod. “I love you. Not because of what you do for me but because you’re you,” he pauses and licks his lips as if to help him find the words, “I’m grateful every time you say no to me because that means you trust me to respect your no.”
Worry pours from his eyes as he looks over your face, trying to decipher what you’re thinking. Your teary and distressed expression really isn’t helping his state of mind.
“Fuck sweetheart, I don’t even know how to begin to explain to you how wrong you are,” you chuckle and he feels a weight being lifted from his chest, “You could tell me right now that you’ll never want to have traditional sex, as you put it, and that’d be a hundred percent okay.”
You look at him in doubt. “Babe that’s-”
“Ah! You’re not allowed to disagree with me.” He says pressing his index finger to your lips. Through your sniffles you bite back a grin at his theatrics and you push his side playfully.
“Come on, I’m being serious Jay. I don’t want you to miss out on anything because of me.”
Jason huffs at you but his calloused hands never leave yours. “Fine, I’ll entertain you,” he rolls his eyes playfully, “let’s say I’m devastatedabout getting to eat you out for the rest of my days,” you snort, “I’ll still be the luckiest motherfucker around. You wanna know why?”
You nod.
“Because I’ve got you.” He then lowers to kiss your knuckles while his eyes never leave yours; and just like that you feel as giddy as you did five months ago when you first started dating.
“Ugh God, you’re so corny.” You laugh and Jason falls for you all over again.
You both start laughing now and the air feels light again. Gently you smile and come to rest against him, head in the crook of his neck and your hands playing with his.
“Thank you,” you say, “for, you know… being here.”
“Thank you for sharing your feelings with me. Please tell me if you ever feel like that again.”
You nod softly against his skin and he kisses the top of your head. Minutes of comfortable silence pass by, one of Jason’s hands is caressing your spine and playing with your hair.
“Jay?”
“Yeah sweetheart?”
“How wrong is it that I’m horny right now?”
He stills and then huffs a chuckle. “Well it does mildly concern me that you’re turned on by your boundaries being respected but I certainly won’t leave my girl wanting.” He grins.
His fingertips reach for your waistband and he looks back up at you.
“May I?”
“Yes please.” You start to rub your thighs together in anticipation. He groans.
“It’s insane how you still think you have to beg me to touch you.” With that Jason pulls your pants down, leaving you in your panties and (his) t-shirt. He plays with the hem of your top as he leaves wet kisses on your neck.
“Can I take this off sweets?” You nod and mumble some approving words. The t-shirt comes off swiftly and along does Jason’s.
A trail of longing kisses is left on your collarbones and just above your tits, Jason’s hands move by your sides and shivers take over you.
“I swear to fucking God you get prettier and prettier every goddam day.”
He dips lower and kisses down your stomach, moving ever-so-slowly; reaching your panties he leaves a kiss on them. Without any warning he moves downward and starts licking your panty-clad pussy, leaving his saliva everywhere. You gasp in pleasure and yank his hair in surprise.
“Fuck- Jason! A fucking warning next time?” He responds with a grin and you feel your pussy throb. He moves back onto you, sliding himself off the sofa and on his knees in front of you. Before you know it he’s soaking your underwear with his spit, his tongue putting extra pressure right on your clit. You buck your hips against his face and he groans into your pussy and you swear you see him hump the air.
His hands hold your hips still as he devours you like a man starved.
Your hands now reach for your panties, trying uselessly to slide them off.
“Not yet.” He states and you whine at him.
“Fuckin’ hell you taste amazing even with your panties on lovely.”
Your hands reach to hold onto the blanket underneath you as Jason wets your underwear even more. His index now slips under the soaked cloth and in a torturous slow motion he takes it off you.
He then latches his lips on your clit and sucks gently. By now your sight is going blank and your legs have gone numb meanwhile Jason still isn’t relenting. His fingers now reach your core; with his thumb he teases your clit so his tongue can focus on sucking the juices directly out of you.
“Jay- mh, Jay please Jay I’m so close ugh please-”
Nothing other than a broken string of moans and whines comes out of you. Your pussy is throbbing and clenching on nothing as Jason’s tongue works endlessly to get you over the edge.
“You can cum baby, please cum on my face, please-” his words come out muffled but his message gets across because not five seconds later you’re cumming with your hands still pulling at Jason’s hair.
Your mind’s gone blank and you’re seeing spots. Jason’s hands are softly caressing your sides and with his lips he leaves open-mouthed kisses on your inner thighs. After some moments his head comes to rest on your leg; looking down you can see him looking back with what could only be described as love in his eyes.
“How are you feeling?” His words slip out of his mouth like honey.
You adjust yourself on the sofa wincing. “Like you just sucked the brain out of my pussy.”
He barks a laugh. “I try.”
You smile at him. “Your turn now, come on!”
You start moving towards the floor to take his place but his hands at your hips stop you.
“Nuh uh! This was about you!”
“But babe-”
“Nope!”
You pause to look at him with an eyebrow raised.
“You came in your pants didn’t you?”
He gapes indignantly, “Excuse me? How dare you! I- I-” your gaze remains unfazed, “-maybe.”
Your lips break into a smile. “Aaww you’re so cute, let me see!”
“Let you- you must be mad-” you giggle at him and he flushes, “I am not showing you my soft damp dick babe.”
Still smiling, you huff an okay. Now that you’ve settled you invite him back onto the sofa with you; as he sits he yanks you on top of him. At your yelp he smiles and drags you closer.
“I love you.” He says before catching your lower lip between his. You smile into the kiss.
“I love you too.”
More kisses are shared, his right hand resting on the back of your head and his left is placed kindly on your thigh. Your lips start to chase each other, minds foggy with love. Without even noticing your hips start to buck against his and his against yours. You can feel the wet patch from his cum underneath you and it only serves as a reminder of your previous endeavours.
“Fuck gorgeous.” His hips sync up with yours, movements calculated to stimulate you just where you need it. Your whines just incite him. Jason now holds you by your lower back, helping you move with him. You can’t help but feel his length grow beneath you.
You place your palms onto his chest and start grinding harder onto him.
“Christ love, I- I’m so sensitive fuck- nhg-” Jason’s pants are going straight to your brain. It’s then that he stops you.
“Wait- wait.” His hands hold you still and he scrunches his eyes up, panting.
“What’s wrong, are you okay? Did I do something? We can st-”
“No, no gorgeous, you’re fine. Absolutely fine. I’m just… I don’t think I can cum anymore.”
“Oh- oh, that’s alright. We can just keep cuddling.”
“That’s- yeah, yeah but not exactly what I had in mind.” You pinch your eyebrows.
“How do you feel about riding my face?”
That stills you. You’ve only ever done it once with Jason and while one could say it went certainly well you’re still somewhat new to it.
“Yes. I mean, yeah, that sounds great. Are you up to it though?” He smiles at you.
“You don’t have to worry about me pretty, I’ll be fine.” And just like that he lifts you up and sliding down he places you on top of his chest.
“Whenever you’re ready babe.”
Holding yourself up with the armrest you move on top of his face, then you steadily lower yourself. Jason feels like a kid in a candy store. As soon as you get close enough he spreads his tongue flat and licks you over. You involuntarily buck your hips and nearly lose your balance; you matter a small apology but he completely ignores it, rather he grasps you by the ass and pushes you closer to his mouth.
You start whining once he starts drinking the juices from you as his nose bridge stimulates your clit just right.
“Fuck fuck mmh Jay I’m so sensitiv-” without warning Jason’s fingers reach for your tits and start teasing your nipples. Your previous orgasm united with the intensity of Jason’s stimulation drives you over the edge and you quickly come again.
As you come down from your high Jason lays you down on the sofa and grabbing a tissue nearby he cleans you up from any and all bodily fluids. As you catch your breath your boyfriend places sweet ticklish kisses all over your face.
“You alright? You need anything? Food, shower, cuddles?”
You nod sleepily. “Cuddles.”
Jason chuckles fondly. “Cuddles it is.” He maneuvers you guys to both fit on the sofa and hugs you tight to his chest. His free hand cradles your face, his thumb caressing your skin. He can see your eyes flutter with sleep.
“How about a nap, mh?” Again you nod.
“Good, good. I’ll wake you up in a bit, alright sweetheart? You don’t need to worry about anything right now.” He then leaves a kiss on your forehead. You nod.
“Jay?”
“Mh?”
“I love you.”
Jason bites back a smile. “I love you too lovely. So fucking much.”