I have never, ever, been able to give myself an orgasm without my clit involved. It’s basically the only thing that works for me.
Hal Walker is starting to prove that magic is real, he’s magic, he’s real, he’s real magic, and that orgasms with another person are indeed possible. I’d pretty much given up believing that a climax involving two people was a thing.
“You taste like ripe peaches and sweet cream,” Hal whispers against my soaking wet, throbbing core.
“Peaches. How stereotypical. You don’t even like peaches, and who eats them with cream?”
“Strawberries and cream then.”
“I would hope I don’t taste like any of that.”
“No, much better. Like a freshly picked carrot.”
“Ahhh! That just…that sounds awful.”
Hal teases his tongue along my clit before he thrusts it inside me, and I nearly come apart. What were we talking about again? Oh, right. He was comparing me to fruit. I don’t think any human tastes like fruit or honey or whatever. Because how? How would that be possible? I think the PH balance down there would be very, very off if…uh, oh my god, wow. Just…holy peaches and strawberries.
I’m so close. So close that it’s painful. I should just let myself go to whatever stars Hal promised. I should…
All of a sudden, Hal’s head pops up, and I nearly scream. My hands come down automatically and grip his ears to force him back, except I never could force him to do anything. He’s too strong, and he just gives me that lazy, dopey grin he knows I can’t stand.
“You know, I think maybe you’re right. Maybe I should show you the stars another way. The just sticking it in way.”
“Argh!” I grumble. “Whatever you want to do, just do it fast.” I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s driving me insane, just to prove a point. And probably a little bit to get back at me for the elastic bands too. The thought that it might be a promise of all the incredible things to come is more than I can contemplate at the moment because I might spontaneously come and wreck all his fun. But, no, wait. Maybe I should think about that.
So I do, putting my mind through the paces of several delightful scenarios that aren’t nearly realistic. One involves me on my head, and I can’t do handstands, but anyone would get the general idea.
Nope, I can’t spontaneously climax. Damn it.
I feel like reaching between my legs and circling my clit hard a couple of times, just to wreck Hal’s fun, but I realize that would probably just be the start, and he would probably really enjoy watching me touch myself. Also, part of me wants to see if he can really get the job done. You know, again, for the second time in about an hour.
He wants to just stick it in? Alright then. Fine. I’ve always been one to meet a challenge too.
I scramble up onto my hands and knees, and yes, it might be fully bright, and yes, I know what I said about being kind of shy. It wasn’t a lie, but right now, I’m in a taunting mode, and when I want to one-up Hal, it’s hard to stop me, which is why I might waggle my hips a little naughtily. I glance over my shoulder and find Hal with a pinched expression. He looks like he just trapped his dick in a refrigerator door because he walked down in the middle of the night for a snack, naked, and those kinds of things sometimes happen.
“Christ, Stella,” he hisses. I bite my bottom lip, wondering if this might be too much, but then he sighs. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are right now? If you want stars and all that, then…uh, well, you might have to wait a while for them. As in, a few rounds. Because I…”
I drop my eyes to his male area. His cock is thick and long, and he’s soaking wet, beads of arousal making the tip shiny, emphasizing how swollen he is. I can’t believe I was bold enough to have him in my mouth, but a rush of saliva at the back of my throat tells me I’m still bold enough. I want to turn around and taste him again.
One hand with fingers that are still rough—because I know Hal likes to do outside stuff, and he also helps his mom with yardwork and her flower gardens and whatnot—comes to rest on my hip.
“Should I get a condom?”
“If you want.”
“What does that mean? You have to help me here, Stella.”
I’ve never been good at these kinds of conversations. “I…uh…” I don’t know why I find it so hard to talk about private things. I know it’s something I need to work on, but I also know Hal could never find any of it gross. He would never find me gross. Ever. I don’t know how I know because I never used to think like that, but I guess it’s just a tiny trickle of reassurance that grows into a rushing river until I don’t feel so mortified anymore. “I have one of those clips in place, actually. For birth control. So, uh, it’s quite good at preventing…well, uh…so we don’t need a condom if you don’t want.”