Teach Me:
**Note** This was written for a close friend of mine. ^^ Forgive any errors. I’m only doing basic editing, nothing heavy. Also, It is 12am and I’m EXHAUSTED. Lol. I haven’t been sleeping well (sick, again).
You've been thinking about this for a while.
What it would feel like in your mouth, how warm it would be. As you recall the heat of it against your fingers. Soft, sensitive.
Just the thought of it sends you into a frenzy, your cheeks flushed.
You approach his bedroom, knocking on the open door, "Em? Need somethin'?" Cayde's resting against his mattress, ankles crossed, hand behind his head, and you note the slight reveal of his oblique.
God, he was so sexy.
Crap. I'm so nervous.
"Ca--can I talk to you?"
Cayde chuckles, "You don't hav'ta ask."
"R-right." You laugh, nervous. You step inside, crawling into the space beside him as you settle, knees pressed together.
“What’s on your mind?” He sets the magazine aside.
“I—“
Damn it! This was a lot harder than you anticipated.
You’ve rehearsed this line, over and over again. But, being face to face with him was a lot different.
He can tell you’re a bit uneasy, “Is somethin’ botherin’ you? New boyfriend?” He teases.
“What? No! Of course not. I don’t want anyone but you.” You utter, averting your gaze.
Cayde’s laugh flutters into your ears, “I’m joking.”
“So mean..” you crack a smile.
“So, what is it?” He sits up, properly, giving you his undivided attention.
Breathe in and out.
Come on Emma, you can do this!
“Will you teach me how to make you feel good?”
Oh God... you sound like a hormonal teenager. You scold within.
Cayde’s mellifluous chuckle, somehow, eases a bit of the tension surrounding you, "Emma, makin’ you feel good, makes me feel good."
He always says that. You think, disappointed, but you force it down.
"No," You start. "I want to make you feel good... with my mouth."
Ugh. Could I be more awkward?
His optics, wide, as he realizes what it is you're referring to.
He's speechless, but for a moment. "Are you--are you sure that's wha’chu want? Wha’chu wanna do?"
You nod, in response, trying to ignore the searing heat against your cheeks.
"Now?"
You nod, "If you'll teach me."
Damn. He couldn't resist it, resist you. The Crimson hue against your cheeks, the aversion in your gaze. You were being absolutely adorable and he couldn't stand it, nor could he deny your request, "We'll start slow."
Needless to say, neither of you wasted time in stripping away your attire.
You didn't need to be naked, but Cayde wanted you to be. He enjoyed the view. You were stunning. While you thought your body to be flawed, Cayde felt entirely opposite. God, the traveler, someone out there knew exactly what they were doing, when they created you.
You start, slow, just as Cayde suggested.
Your eyes closed, his voice guiding you.
Your lips are around the tip of his cock and his breath is sharp upon contact, "Don't force it," He assures. "If it's too much, you can stop."
But, you didn't want to stop. In fact, you never intended to.
You agree, with a slight/quick nod, before the two of you continue.
You push down, hollowed cheeks, as your tongue brushes over his cock, teasing, as instructed, and Cayde is attempting to keep his cool. He explains that some men enjoy being teased, some enjoy it when it's done straight away, others enjoy a bit of both. It depends on the man and their sexual preference.
You take a mental note.
Everything about this was arousing.
You were beginning to think that this must be how most men feel when women react the way that they do.
This feeling is intoxicating. You want it to last, to do this time and time again.
And then, you hear those words. Cayde's fingers fall into your hair, his breathy moans filling the room, along with your own, "Emma, stop." He breathes, another moan.
But you continue, a little faster, as your tongue proceeds to work light circles around the tip of his cock, "Don't. I'll come."
You didn't care. You wanted to taste him. To feel it in the back of your throat, "Fuck, I'm--" He thrust and you follow the force of his hips, as he attempts to ground himself. "I'm coming," He warns and feel a warmth hitting the back of your throat, before the rest spreads over your tongue.
Cayde's light hip thrusts and the intense groan that falls from his plates are enough to encourage an orgasm of your own, “Em.” He breathes as you pull away, swallowing the rest of his seed.
