An adult stories – Filling a Void by Carl_Junior,Carl_Junior Melina’s eyes were closed, lips pursed. She was laying naked with her back on the bed, head on a pillow, her knees up and feet softly planted on the mattress, legs spread apart. Her right hand held the Rose, her favorite sex toy, as it began to apply a delightful suction on her clitoris. Her left hand rested on her stomach.
Carl sat at the edge of the bed inches away, wearing only boxers, one leg folded under him and the other hanging off the bed. He was facing her, admiring her body as she began to please herself. As she continued for a minute, her lips remained closed — tightening even — to the point that he could see her lower lip turning white. He could sense this wasn’t quite right. She had told him what the Rose can do to her, how vocal she was when it worked its magic on her.
He touched her shoulder and she jumped a bit. Her eyes opened and darted to look up at his face. She looked worried, like she was about to be scolded. He moved his hand up and put his palm on her cheek. “You’re gorgeous. You’re amazing. Keep going.”
She felt a small sense of relief. As he moved his hand back to her shoulder, she closed her eyes again and returned her focus to the pleasure she was feeling. Her lips softened and her mouth opened slightly.
Carl thought about the last month he’d shared with Melina, how they’d instantly connected during a chance meeting in a book store. His temptation to just say goodbye and walk away after a lull in their short conversation was strong. He had a history of mistaking a woman’s general kindness for affection and he’d learned that the feeling of rejection from trying to advance too fast was just not worth the small chance that there was a real spark between them. Except…the way she kept LOOKING at him. She didn’t turn to walk away, or look back to the bookshelf – she was still trying to capture his gaze. It didn’t feel like she was just being polite, it felt like a real interest in him. So before he let his mind wander too far back to painful memories, he decided maybe it was worth a shot. They were near the mall food court and it was around lunch, so maybe they could grab a bite together? She agreed.
In the weeks since, they’d built a strong bond, both mentally and physically. The sexual intensity between them was already better than either had ever experienced before, but there was one thing holding it back, at least in Carl’s eyes. See, while Melina was an enthusiastic and willing lover, she had no interest in having oral sex performed on her, due to past undesirable experiences. She felt plenty of pleasure when her pussy was treated with a cock, fingers, toys…so as far as she was concerned, there was no need to dredge up bad memories by having someone go down on her.
While he understood her feelings, he admitted to being disappointed. Sure, he was doing pretty well at satisfying her so far, but according to the feedback he’d gotten from previous women, she was missing out on what he did best – how could she not want that whole other incredible source of pleasure? Not only that, he also felt let down that he couldn’t do everything that he was able to do to gratify her. I mean, she would give him amazing blowjobs, but she wouldn’t let him return the favor? And they would never 69?
They had talked about it several times. She really thought she would be fine if she never received oral sex for the rest of her life. He was sensitive to her concerns and certainly didn’t want to make her uncomfortable – or did he? He did actually want her to be a little uncomfortable, right? There wasn’t any way to get where he hoped they could go without some uneasiness along the way. He needed to push the boundary just a little bit at a time, creating new tension. But he needed to make it good for her every step of the way. To help her get over the hump, so to speak.
So he made just small advances. First, a warm breath on her pussy lips while fingering her. Then a gentle kiss across her taint and vaginal opening before fucking her doggy style. What concerned her most was the feeling of a tongue on her pussy; it made her squirm just to think about it. So while he knew that was off limits initially, he tried to get her to become more accepting of his tongue in general. He French kissed her frequently, he licked her breasts, her stomach, her toes…he wanted to train the rest of her body that this was a good feeling, not something she would want to avoid. And it all seemed to be progressing in the right direction.
That leads us to tonight. They had never masturbated in front of each other; neither was opposed to the idea, they had just always been too busy fulfilling each other to try it! But just a few days ago, she revealed to him during a late-night bout of sexting that she would often go back to her apartment after they’d already had sex and then she would get off one more time before falling asleep, usually with the help of the Rose. He was simultaneously amazed that he could turn a woman on that much, but also excited at the idea that he might watch her at some point. So he proposed the idea that he would like to have her go solo in front of him, but that if it felt right, he would give her an assist. She thought about it for a day – literally, for a whole nervous day, but ultimately agreed. She trusted him. She knew that she could always tell him to stop if it went too far. But if there was anyone in this world that Melina wanted to go too far with, it was Carl.
His thoughts returned to the lustful partner next to him as she shifted on the bed and her leg bumped his hip. He returned his hand gently to her shoulder, then turned it over and slowly dragged the back of his fingers down her upper arm, pausing briefly just above her elbow. Then he pivoted his body more towards her torso, and gently rested his hand on her upper thigh, the tips of his fingers gently gripping just a few inches from her hand as it moved slowly around, the Rose applying a consistent pulsating tug as she felt her anxiety start to melt away.
He watched her face for a reaction, but she seemed lost in herself. He began to get up, but kept his hand resting on her thigh. He didn’t want to surprise her with any sudden movements and interrupt her pleasure, but wanted her to know he was there, connected to her. He slid his right hand up over her knee, then replaced it with his left hand as he moved around to reposition his body.
He was kneeling now, closer to the end of the bed, his knees parallel to her feet. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He watched as she worked the Rose on her clit, but he could see all of her from this vantage point, every glorious inch. Her sweet pussy lips shifting from side to side, pulled by the movement of the Rose above them. Her smooth stomach that her left hand rested on. Her breasts, slightly propped up on the sides from her upper arms, jiggled a bit as she breathed and her body trembled slightly. Her nipples were firm and he desperately wanted to touch them with his fingers and suck them into his mouth, but that would have to wait. Her beautiful face had softened now, her sultry lips apart, gentle moans and deep sighs slipping out every few seconds.
Carl leaned forward, leaving one hand on her knee, but placing the other on her right forearm. He watched her face for a response as her eyes slowly fluttered open, looked down at him, then closed again. His hand drifted down to rest on top of hers as she continued to position the Rose. He wasn’t trying to take control, yet; he just wanted her to know he was there. He wanted her to know he would always be there.
He took his left hand off her knee so that he could maneuver again, this time crouching forward towards her pussy. All the while, he glanced towards her face. She was caught up in the moment and not fully aware of what he was doing, but she knew he was close by. Part of him thought he should just let her continue to enjoy herself, and he would enjoy watching. But he knew that sometimes progress means overcoming obstacles. She could pleasure herself just fine without him and he could stroke himself to completion just by watching her in motion. But for them to be true partners, there needed to be more. He wanted her to feel everything he had to offer. He wanted her to understand that the experiences of her past need not bind her forever. But that would mean letting him take over.
He pulled on her hand a bit, trying to let her know his intentions. She looked down and realized for the first time just where he had gotten himself to; his face just a foot away from her hand, and her aroused pussy just below that. She had a slight look of worry, but she wanted to trust him and wanted him to do for her what she thought might just be a myth — fully releasing her body to another. She was terrified and tempted at the same time. She breathed in deeply through her nose, then pushed the air out through her mouth.
She turned off the Rose and somewhat reluctantly pulled it away; she wouldn’t normally stop unless the job was done. Carl looked into her eyes as he leaned closer and closer, holding her gaze as long as he could. Then an inch away from her he paused and slowly teased out a warm breath across her pussy lips. She shuddered a bit and moved both arms to her sides, straight down and parallel to her torso, as if she was hugging the wall on a spinning amusement park ride, wishing she had something more to clutch onto other than the Rose still in her right hand and a bit of the bed sheet on the left.
He closed in and turned his head 45 degrees, then clasped his lips gently on her clitoral hood. He sucked her into his mouth and she gasped. He tugged slightly, applied pressure, then released. Then he went back down and repeated the cycle several times. It was definitely having the desired effect. Melina’s body quivered. He slid his thumb into her vagina and it met no resistance; her vaginal walls were so smooth and slick that he almost felt like his thumb was being pulled into her. As she felt him slide inside, her vagina clenched and her butt involuntarily bounced up off the bed an inch before returning to a tentative resting position. Her moans had turned from quiet satisfaction a few seconds earlier to something more now. What was this new sound — a request, almost?
Carl’s cock was throbbing, aching. He wasn’t sure if it had ever been harder. Sticky pre-cum leaked out the tip and dampened his boxers. His primal brain screamed at him that he needed to get his cock deep into her soaking wet vagina right now — this could be the best fuck he’ll ever have! He wanted to press his pelvis against hers, grind it against her, while thrusting his cock slowly in and out in long strokes; then harder, and faster. He wanted to look in her eyes as she tilted her head back and cried out with pleasure and desire. He wanted to cum inside her as she clenched his butt cheeks and pulled him closer, fully releasing his sexual energy into her as her body shuddered in response. Then he could let his cock rest inside her for 30 more seconds as it softened, just gently pressing forward and back inside her, a final post-coital tease for her before pulling out his member, a dribble of cum seeping out after it. But that’s not what this coupling was about. He wanted her to feel what his warm, wet mouth could do, the ways it could satisfy so much more of her than his blunt force cock ever could. He wanted her to feel all of the attention, and intention, he was giving to her. He wanted her to truly feel the difference between “getting fucked” and “making love.”
So he banished the animal instinct his cock was raging for. Instead, he pulled his head back for a few seconds to move his hands up now, using his thumbs on each side to pull the hood up and away. Then he slipped his tongue out and onto Melina’s clit, and slowly began to circle it clockwise. She was almost frightened at how good it felt. How could it feel so alarming, yet so amazing, at the same time? But she wanted the release and she wanted HIM. She unclenched her grip and dropped the Rose, then reached out to put her hand on the back of his head.
Now he knew what to do. He knew she was ready. Now instead of the light touches and flicks from the edge of his tongue, he pressed into her clit aggressively with the flat of his tongue, pressing his warm, smooth mouth against her surrounding skin. She S-H-O-O-K. Her moans now were strong and affirmative. He slid his tongue up and down, pressing his face firmly against her so he wouldn’t lose contact even as her hips started to buck.
She moved her left hand now, too. She had both hands on the back of his head and she pulled his face into her even as he was already pressing forward. She wasn’t going to let him back away now, even if he wanted to.
But there was no way he was going anywhere. As far as he was concerned, they were just getting started.