chapter Ten
Teach Me
Kamara
I feel so content, so complete. Sex is amazing. Wait, for me, sex with Toby was amazing. I can only hope it was as good for him.
My mind starts to spin over my thoughts. I want to please Toby. I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
It wasn’t just the sex. It was how he made me feel after. Drawing a bath for me to soak in, massaging my tight muscles, and making sure I had something to fill my tummy.
Everything was just so complete about this night. I know Toby is more experienced than I am. I just hope I measured up to his expectations.
“Toby,” I whisper against his chest.
“Yes,” he replies, while his fingers dance back and forth over my skin.
“Was I okay? Did I do things right?” I ask shyly.
Toby’s hand pauses. I tongue my lip, feeling stupid. I should have just kept my mouth shut. Toby rolls us, until I’m flat on my back.
He hovers over me to look down into my face. He has a pensive expression, as his eyes search mine. Somehow, I get the feeling that I have offended him, until his face softens and he places a sweet kiss on my lips.
“I should’ve thought more about your innocence. Have you ever played with your own pussy?” Toby asks, causing my face to flame.
I look away from him, but nod my head. Toby pinches my chin, bringing my face back to his. I’m so embarrassed, I try not to look into his eyes.
“Look at me, Baby. This is nothing to be ashamed of. You asked a question, I’m going to answer it, but first, I need you to answer mine,” he says gently.
“Yes, I have once,” I whisper.
“Did you cum?”
“No, yes, no, not like with you,” I stammer.
A cocky grin breaks out over Toby’s face. He dips his head to nip my bottom lip, then trails the seam of my lips with his tongue. I try to follow his mouth, when he starts to pull away.
He chuckles. “You like that,” he rasps.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“It takes time to learn what you like. You can’t know if you don’t try, ask questions, and try again. You need to know your body, as much as you know mine. I don’t just want sex to be about me. When we make love, it needs to be about you,” he says with such intensity.
I blink up at him, taking in his words. “I didn’t like touching myself,” I frown.
“Then, you weren’t doing it right,” Toby shrugs.
I wrinkle my brow, biting my lip. He is probably right. Cali and some other girls had been talking about it and I just decided to try. I rushed through it because I was so embarrassed, as if someone knew what I was doing.
“Teach me,” I rush, before I chicken out.
The sexy grin Toby gives me, tells me he is more than willing to. He shifts his body until he is lying beside me, propping his head up on one hand. I turn my head to look at him.
Toby runs his finger down the middle of my chest and I arch up off the bed. His simple touch lights me on fire. In my head, that is even more reason not to need to touch myself.
“You’re very sensitive here,” he murmurs. He drags his finger back up and across my right breast, circling my nipple. “And here. Especially here.”
He reaches for my hand lifting it to my breast. Taking my fingertips, he retraces his trail, bringing a new fire to my skin, from my own touch. My belly quivers and I lick my lips.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, his voice husky.
“Yes,” I respond.
“Now, show me something else you know you like. Take your time, let your body teach you,” he instructs.
My mind races over what we’ve done. I try to think of what I found most stimulating. I think of Toby biting my shoulder that last time.
I reach up and scrape my nails across my shoulder and collarbone, trying for the same effect. I moan, when it comes pretty close to the same results. I do it again, harder this time and my hips buck off the bed.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Toby groans.
I look over to him and he has his penis in his hand, stroking himself. The sight turns me on more. I drag my nails down between my breasts, over my belly, but Toby’s hand shoots out to halt my progress.
“No, not yet. Take your time. Build it slow. Touching your pussy could end this too quickly. I want to you learn to get there gradually. There’s no rush,” he brings my fingers to my lips.
“Wet them, suck on those fingers. Get them nice and wet for me,” he commands.
I open my mouth and suck my fingers in. Toby watches, his jaw growing tight, as I make a show of it. I pull my dripping wet fingers from my mouth and show them to him.
“Nice,” he rasps. “Play with your nipples.”
I reach for my left breast and circle my nipple. It is okay, but not what I need. Toby senses my frustration right away.
“Pinch it,” he orders.
I do as he says and it’s a whole lot better. I reach for my other breast and pinch that nipple as well. I squeeze my thighs together, as the sensation shoots right to my core.
“That’s it,” Toby breathes.
I continue to knead my breasts and pinch my nipples. After a few minutes, it is not enough. I start the trip back down over my belly. This time, Toby doesn’t hinder me.
I cup my mound and squeeze my legs. I realize I’m not doing much to help. I rock my hips, but that is just giving me a little friction.
“Do you know where your clit is,” Toby says into my ear, almost startling me.
“I…I think so,” I reply.
Toby gets up and moves down the bed, resting on his knees. He looks up at me expectantly. I spread my legs, resting my feet on either side of him.
“Show me where you think it is,” he demands in a silky purr.
I reach for the area I have always believed my clitoris to be. Toby tsks at me. He shakes his head, looking into my eyes.
“Touch the top of your pussy slit. Then slide your finger down a little, a little more. Yeah, right there, now pull back the hood. Your button is right there,” he instructs. “Yeah, that’s it. Open that pretty pussy, Baby.”
I gasp when my finger comes in contact with my button. It’s sensitive to the touch. I moan, as I circle it.
“That’s it. Find the right touch. You like a different type of pressure there, find your rhythm,” Toby coaches.
“Ah,” I moan, rocking my hips faster.
“Play with your pussy. Stick your fingers in it. It’s not time to finish yet,” he groans.
I look to see him stroking himself. My chest caves in, I lift my legs up. Keeping my thumb on my clit, I push two fingers inside.
Toby chuckles. “You got it. Play with that shit for me. Fuck, you look amazing,” he hisses. “You feel that. I can see you building. You’re getting so close.”
“Toby,” I cry out.
“That’s all you, Baby,” he croons.
He is right. I can feel I’m going to peak. There is no holding it back. This is going to be a big one too. Still not as good as the ones he has given me, but pretty damn close.
“Shit, I want inside you. Finish it,” Toby growls.
His voice vibrates through me, at the same time that I flick my button just right. My mouth falls open and stars burst behind my lids.
“Holy shit,” I huff out a breath.
“That’s my Baby,” Toby half chuckles, half groans, as he slides into my wet core. “You feel so good, Kamara. It has been amazing each time. It will only get better. Watch me, learn me, know me, we will become one every single time.”