“Twice while she was doing this I felt like I’d passed the point of no return, but both times she must have known, either from the way my body reacted or something I grunted out. Both times she stopped what she was doing and just held my cock jutting out away from my body. No motion at all. After a minute or two when I cooled off a little she started again, still very slowly, taking her time.
“The third time she definitely knew I was close, and this time she sped up a little, giving me long, full strokes completely up and down the shaft. I had an amazing eruption, covering her hands and my midsection in cum. My body was in absolute nirvana, Allie. She coaxed every last drop out of me before letting me go. Her eyes were still glued to my cock as it deflated, but after a while the two of us got cleaned up and snuggled back together in bed. To this day I’ve never had a hand job like that.”
Allie said, “Well, that sounds, um, fulfilling.”
I smiled at her choice of words and said, “Yeah, pretty much.”
“How incredible, Jase. Really.”
“And that’s just from us using our hands. I didn’t even tell you about anything harder core, but a lot of that happened too. It’s so nice to spend a whole day on nothing but sex.” I looked over to gauge her reaction. “I’ll save the rest of the day to tell you about later, K?”
“OK,” she said. She wasn’t looking at me, but anyway she said, “Jase? Can I ask you something else?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“How did you- How were you-” She was struggling to find the right words, unusually flustered. “How did she know what would feel good to you?”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, I mean, I’m sure most guys like it when you stroke their dicks.”
“But how did she know exactly the way you like it?”
I don’t know why, but this question made my cock literally throb. The wet spot on my pants was growing, against my wishes. “I mean, after a while you kind of learn what your partner likes. You try different things and they tell you what they like. Or they moan. Or they show other signs.”
We sat in silence again for a full minute before she spoke again. “I don’t think anyone will ever know what I like.”
She said it with a melancholy tone, and I realized that the only guy she’d had a sexual experience with didn’t care what she liked. My first reaction was to sympathize, but I’m embarrassed to say that arousal overruled this. Instead I said, “What do you like, Allie?”
Her eyes found mine, and with raised eyebrows she said, “Jase, I don’t think you need to know this.”
“Come on, Allie, you just said you want someone to know. It might as well be me, considering.”
“I don’t know. I wasn’t planning on confessing.”
“It’s not a confession. It’s just a part of who you are. And if you want to share that part with me, I’d be honored,” I said. “Plus, I just told you this story about me and Skye, so it’s your turn anyway.”
“I guess so. This feels really weird, though, Jason. You have to promise not to tell. I swear, I will never speak to you again if you tell anyone about this.”
The anticipation and her reluctance were combining to keep my shaft at full mast. “I promise.”