"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." Brian looked mortified. Fear brimmed in his eyes as they began to water with shame and sorrow.
Looking down at Ali he trembled with dread at the retribution he would receive. It was the comments that he had had from previous partners. Well, not so much the comments as the lack of them. It was the sighs, the silences. It was when the women were polite to him, but then there were the flash back comments:
"I don't mind."
"Is that it? Fuuuuck."
"I don't mind."
"Is that it? Fuuuuck."
The humiliation was excruciating. It made his stomach churn, the nausea would follow soon after. The bloom of embarrassment would emerge on his face and flower down his chest. It was the perfect complement to his pale skin but clashed with his auburn hair. He could feel the hot prickle of sweat beading on his top lip and forehead. No matter how much he apologised, no matter how nice the lady was, the mood was broken and it was usually followed by the woman beating a rapid retreat. There was no reason to think that this time would be any different.
"Oh," she looked quizzically at him. "Have you cum already?"
Indignity is a difficult thing to pull off with any kind of aplomb so he opted for honesty.
"Umm, yeah it is. I am sorry but you see I cum quickly, prematurely some may say. It is the noises you make, and your smell, and your soft skin and wonderful curves. It gets me all excited and I can't help it. I have tried everything, the alphabet backwards, all the premiership football teams, tying to name all the states of the USA. I have even gone to the doctor but they just said that I need to relax. I have tried relaxing but the more I do the faster I cum. I am so sorry. I understand that you will want to go now. I can only apologise." He stammered and was moving away from her.
"No!" The shout came from her as she dug her nails into his back to prevent him leaving her precious sex. "No," she said more softly. "Don't go, don't leave. I like you. I like you a lot. OK, it was faster than expected but this whole sex thing does not solely revolve around your pleasure or embarrassment."
Pulling him forwards and delicately pressing her lips to his, she stared into his golden-brown eyes. Her smile reached the corner of her eyes as she kissed him, slowly at first building the heat in them. Allowing the moist pleasure of their moths to seek each other out, they lay there kissing for the longest time. Tongues brushing gently against each other, teeth nipping and nibbling at lips. Melding, two people in love, or at least in lust.
"Please, allow me," said Brian as he pulled out of her and disposed of the condom.
Gazing at Ali's body he revelled in its imperfections. It was the flaws that made her beautiful. One breast slightly larger than the other, a nipple slightly higher. Reaching down and stroking them he discovered that the lower nipple was more sensitive. A fact that he squirreled away in his mind for future reference, if there was a second time. He hoped that there would be, she was beautiful. Ali was smart, sassy, sexy as hell and kind; very kind. She was generous with her time and love and had one of those smiles that made you feel that the world was an ok place and that everything would be alright. Now she was lying here underneath him, wanting him.
Nerves wrapped their tendrils around his heart again and threatened to choke him. Instinctively Ali reached up, touching his cheek she smiled. Brian's world softened, he felt safe again. Bending down he started to nuzzle her neck enchanted as to how she arched her back, how she absorbed the physical pleasure of touch. With his hand he delicately raked his nails over her stomach and watched her writhe underneath him. She obviously liked it not so soft and gentle.
Kissing from her collar bone down, over her downy skin to her breasts, his hands danced over her hips making her twist and squeal. He moved his and lower, in between her soft thighs; wet with lust and desire, a physical confirmation that she wanted him regardless of how quickly he came. Circling her clit, he observed that it was hard and offered delicious resistance to his dexterous fingers. Slowly rubbing, he pushed one finger then another inside. She was warm and wet, fantastically slippery, her soft folds plumped and fleshy with blood. Instead of ploughing on, he changed tempo to something softer.
Listening as she caught her breath, he continued to worry her nipple, nibbling, biting then pulling it with his teeth; a contradiction to his hand gentle delving in her sex. Moving to the other breast, he smattered soft kisses around its dangerous curves. His hand ramped up a gear and started rubbing and fucking her more forcefully. He could see that she was on the brink of orgasm, his hand was delectably wet and the smell was intoxicating, driving his lust forward. She looked beautiful, making soft sounds, giving over to her body's reactions, abandoning any socially enforced decorum.
With a snap she opened her eyes and stared at him as she came, gripping hold of his shoulders and sinking her nails into his back. He felt proud, strong; he had pleasured her. He wanted more. He knew that this was not the only orgasm in that sweet, slick pussy of hers. He knew that there was another one just waiting to be teased out.
Licking her delicious juices off his fingers, he put his mouth on her sex, it was still shimmering and red with excitement. Brian wrapped his lips around her clit, doing nothing, he gripped her hips to keep her still as he drank her in. He loved the way that women can come over and over again, that once they had reached that sensitive plateau their ability to orgasm was just like playing chess. Some strategy involved but ultimately a game where you could win more than once. Gripping tight he loved the feel of her thighs against his cheeks and her tight grip on his hair as she forced his face further into her groin.
Her second orgasm was inevitable. His face smeared in her juices he ate her like a man possessed. The musky smell, the tickling of her short trimmed bush each time he moved his mouth. Wondrous velvet skin of her thighs as they wrapped themselves around him. A sensuous delight.
His desire flared, not that it had ever really died down. Reaching for another condom, he ripped it out of the foil and rolled it on. Pushing his cock into her softness felt like coming home. It was hot and sexy as she gripped his shaft. Trying to go slow, trying to last longer this time he focussed his mind naming the planets in the solar system.
"Fuck me," she moaned in his ear.
"But I will come quickly again," he said, looking worried.
"I don't care, fuck me like you mean it," she breathed lustily into his ear.
Needing no further encouragement he rammed himself home. Fucking her with a violence and ferocity, with passion and desire. He let go, abandoned his worries and fears and buried himself in her. Absorbed in the moment, he allowed his excitement to burst into her with a wolf-like howl that was felt through both their chests as much as heard.
Collapsing on top of her, spent, he smiled. He felt like the champion of the world. A conquer. A hero.
Panting she gasped, "Oh my God, that was amazing. Wow. You were fantastic."
Wrapping her up in his arms and kissing her sweating form he merely stated, "Thank you for giving me a second chance."
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