She closes her eyes and gives a sad little nod. “I… I can come by myself, but it takes so long and so much concentration that it actually hurts when I finally orgasm. There’s no relief, no pleasure at the end, so why even bother?”
“Ahhh, baby,” I breathe, shutting my eyes and resting my forehead at the top of her bare mound, my heart breaking for her. “God, I wish you would have talked to me, told me about this.”
She lets out a huff of indignation. “Yeah, I’m just going to open up a conversation with the hot guy I live with like ‘So, got any tips on getting me off, bro?’ I think not.”
My grip tightens on her hips to punctuate my words as I lift my head and look her in the eyes. “Astrid. I am literally a sex therapist. Aaaall those letters behind my name… yeah, a few of those certify that I am an actual medical professional who teaches people how to get off.”
“But I’m not one of your patients, Neil,” she argues, shaking her head.
“No, but you are the woman I love.”
It just falls out. It just leaves my lips like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like I’ve been saying it all my life, yet it hovers in the air between us like an elephant on a tightrope.
Her mouth opens and closes like a fish, her eyes wide. My heart thunders in my chest, and I actually feel my face heat with something besides anger for the first time in decades.
I break the awkward silence as smoothly as I can.
“Shut your eyes. And think of something that turns you on,” I command gently.
“I can’t—”
“Just trust me,” I cut her off, and she sighs but she does close her eyes.
I pull back her little hood again, and I murmur against her clit, “What are you thinking of, goddess?”
“Uhhh…” She’s nervous. Embarrassed? “You want me to tell you out loud?” Her voice wavers.
“Yes.” I swipe at her clit.
She sighs again, this time in surrender. “The… the shower. Feeling all your muscles while I soaped you up.”
My hips give an involuntary thrust against the bed. “What else?” I breathe against her wet heat, tracing along her inner lips with my tongue and making her squirm.
“Um. When you washed my hair. That… that felt really nice,” she tells me, her voice small.
I reward her with long lick up her slit and she moans. “That’s a good girl, goddess. Keep going,” I murmur, and I feel her muscles clench around my tongue at the praise.
“When… when you call me that,” she admits, but I want her to say it all.
“Call you what?”
She whimpers, her hips getting back into the rhythm from before as I continue to tease her pussy hole. “Mmm… I love it when you call me your good girl,” she says, and she gasps when my tongue plunges inside her. “Oh God.”
“Keep going, baby,” I hiss, my arousal jacking up at hearing all the things that turn her on, and everything she says is about me.
“Your arms. At the gym. When you were gripping the barre. You have like… Thor arms,” she squeaks, and I can’t help but chuckle against her, but the vibration does something for her, as she shudders. And I’m so proud when I don’t have to urge her on. She just adds fuel to her own building fire. “And when I… when I had to get the water out of your bag. And I looked up at you… oooh… yes, right there. Just like that. Mmmm… You’re so much bigger than me. And somehow, it doesn’t scare me. Even when I was on my knees looking up at you, I felt safe. Like you’re my big Viking protector. With your Thor arms… ooh, God!”
“That’s it,” I encourage, more turned on as she speaks what’s inside her mind than I’ve ever been in my life. But this is about her. This is all about teaching her how to get her in a mental place of pure arousal so she can finally reach the state of mind to come. “Keep thinking all those thoughts. Hold on to all those mental images, and I’m going to make you feel good, baby.” She’s absolutely drenched, from her desire and my mouth, so when I slowly slip two fingers inside, the path is easy. She’s tight as fuck, but there’s no resistance to the intrusion, and the moan she lets out is so sexy I almost come against my comforter.
“And… and when I was sucking your cock, and I looked up your body, having to look past all those muscles to get to your beautiful eyes… and then you told me what a good girl I was. That I was doing it just right. And… and then you came. I was able to make you come. Me. Just regular old me. I had power over this Viking of a man with just my hand and my mouth. And you came in my mouth and washed away and replaced everything that had been there in the past. Ohhh, God.” She gasps loudly. “What… what are you doing? What is that?” Her voice is both astonished and a bit panicked.