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It’s no secret that you’re more sexually experienced than Ryland. He’d spent so many years focusing on his career instead of dating or hooking up that eventually sex just became a thing that sure, he could do, but it just didn’t interest him as much as science.
If he had the words for it, or if he ever bothered to look it up, he’d probably settle on calling himself demisexual or perhaps graysexual. He just didn’t care to put a label on himself.
But now he has you, and you’ve had your fair share of partners. That doesn’t bother him, but the fact you've experienced far more of what human sexuality has to offer than he has does.
Try as you might to reassure him that it’s perfectly fine, that sex with him is still great, he can’t help but feel insecure.
When he starts doing research into various kinks that you have no interest in, and sex positions that would absolutely kill your hips, or his back, you know you need to show him that he’s allowed to stop overcompensating for something he has zero control over and just allow your bedroom life to evolve naturally over time.
So, instead of letting him spiral himself further into this seemingly bottomless pit of frustration while he tries to learn all he can about how he could please you, it’s time to let him learn some things about himself.
Which is exactly why you’re currently laying on your shared bed, wearing something that leaves very little to the imagination, and waiting for him to return home from another day of trying to explain to a bunch of children that no, they cannot use ChatGPT for their homework assignments.
He usually likes to relax and read a book to unwind from the day, but you’re hoping that he’ll be up for a different kind of relaxation today.
The sound of his keys in the door interrupts your train of thought and you shift into a position that you hope is sexy, a smile ghosting across your lips.
“I’m home!” he calls out to you from the kitchen. You hear his keys drop onto the counter, and then a small thunk that you assume is his bike helmet.
“I’m in the bedroom, Ry,” you respond, smiling despite your best efforts to keep a sultry expression on your face.
You hear his footsteps approach the door, and then it opens.
“Hey, sweetheart. How was your- woah.” He stops dead in the doorway, one hand still gripping the handle, and just stares.
“Hi, baby. Like what you see?” You shift slightly, biting your lip“Like what I-“ he shakes his head, then his eyes widen and he starts to ramble, “wait, no, like… I don’t mean I don’t like what I see. I do. I do, really. Holy smokes. Wow- I… yes. I do. Woah. You look- woah.”
“Ry, baby. Calm down. I know what you mean,” you laugh and yet again shift so you’re leaning against your elbow, lifting yourself up to look at him properly.
“Good. Okay. You’re so…” he trails off and looks down at his now deeply uncomfortable jeans. It doesn’t really take much to get him going, not when it’s you.
“Just come here, Ry. I want to take care of you today.” You gesture for him to approach the bed and he obliges, shivering as the movement creates friction against his clothed cock.
Your eyes rove over his form, mostly hidden under one of his many comfortable cardigans, and you consider what you want to do for a second while Ryland fiddles with his hands almost nervously. This is new. Not unwelcome in the slightest, but different enough for him to feel shy under your gaze.
“So…” he starts, avoiding meeting your eyes and instead focusing on the way the lace of your bra sits so nicely against your breasts.
“So… It feels kind of unfair that you’re still dressed. Do you want to strip for me, gorgeous?” You do your best to purr but it comes out as more of a raspy whisper. Either way, it has the same effect. The light blush that was already dusting his cheeks darkens significantly, and he opens his mouth.
No sound comes out, so he closes it and tries again. This time he actually gets a result.
“Yes, ma’am,” he breathes, fingers flying to unbutton his cardigan in record time. He shrugs it off his shoulders like the material burns, and then fumbles with his tie.
It’s only a matter of seconds before he’s finally kicking his boxers off, his cock standing to attention. The tip is already red and leaking and you haven’t even done anything yet.
“Good, now come here,” you move into a kneeling position and pat the space beside you, looking up at him through your lashes. He swallows hard and sinks onto the bed, not entirely knowing what to do with himself.
“Do you… want me to, um- fuck you?” He looks at you, his expression almost worried. God, those eyes of his. He’s like a puppy sometimes, with his bashful expressions and absolute faith in you. If he had a tail, it would be wagging even though he doesn’t know what he should be excited for.
“No,” you start, and his face falls just a tad “Not yet, anyway. I want you to lay down for me, this is all about you at the moment.”
“All about… me?” He obeys you without further question, but his eyebrows furrow in confusion. He loves pleasing you, it’s literally his favourite thing. He’s not used to the focus being on him. Which is the issue, he focuses far too little on what he enjoys.
“Yeah, Ry. Just let me take care of you,” you settle beside him as you speak, trailing a hand down his chest. He shivers at the contact, the minimal sensation shooting to his cock.
You lean down and kiss him at the same time, which he greets enthusiastically. He’s usually gentle with his kisses, slow and sensual before gradually getting more heated, but you look so unbelievably sexy right now that he doesn’t care about that. He just wants your lips against his, one way or another.
Your fingers ghost over his nipples and he whines. Actually fucking whines. It’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.
Breaking the kiss and dipping your head down, you kiss down the column of his throat. His head tips back automatically to allow you more access, as your fingers continue to tease his nipples.
You suck a dark mark onto his skin before continuing your descent down his body, fingers dipping too and tracing over defined muscle as you do so. The sounds he’s making are so pretty, you could listen to them all day.
Pausing before you reach his left nipple, you glance up at his face. He’s already wrecked, glasses foggy, breath coming out in short bursts. His eyes meet yours and he yet again flushes a gorgeous, deep red.
“You worry about me too much,” you drag your tongue across the hardened peak of his nipple and he sucks in a sharp breath.
“It’s time I started worrying about you, don’t you think?” You take his nipple into your mouth and suck on it briefly before nipping at it lightly and pulling back.
“Holy-,” he whines again, hips bucking up into nothing. His cock is leaking an almost obscene amount of precum at this point.
You continue on your course downwards, occasionally stopping to nip at his skin, laving your tongue over the area afterwards.
By the time you reach his cock, you think he might actually cum just from the proximity. His abdominal muscles are drawn taught already and his eyes are screwed shut.
They shoot open as soon as your breath hits his sensitive dick. His pupils are blown and his lips are parted in such a pretty way, it almost makes you want to stop what you’re doing and ride him hard. Almost.
In all the times you’ve had sex, you’ve never seen him quite like this. Just from a kiss and some teasing. A thrill of pride rushes through you and sends sharp bolts of desire straight to your pussy.
One soft kiss pressed to his tip makes him whimper, and at this point you may as well have died and gone to heaven. He’s being so vocal for you, and what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t reward that?
You lick up the underside of his cock, running your tongue along a prominent vein as you go, and then take half of him into your mouth without warning. He chokes out a moan and his hands fist into the sheets beneath him, bucking his hips up once into your mouth before your hands find his thighs, stilling him.
You’ll happily let him fuck your face, but not yet. You start bobbing your head slowly at first, torturously, basking in the noises he’s making. One of his hands comes up to tangle in your hair, but he makes no move to push you down yet. He’s just trying to find purchase in anything.
You pull back almost all the way and run your tongue around his tip, paying special attention to his frenulum and tonguing the slit before dipping back down and sucking with a new rhythm. His hand starts guiding your head and you allow him to, gagging slightly as he hits the back of your throat.
One of your hands skims down his thigh as he fucks your face with the barely contained restraint of a man who isn’t quite sure if he’s allowed to step over a line, and the way he bucks up when you start playing with his balls tells you that you’ve found something that could make him take the leap.
You’ve always known he has sensitive balls. You accidentally kneed him in the crotch once and he almost cried. Sure, the same could be said for all men, but for Ryland it seems to be especially bad.
Now, though, he’s not reacting in pain. This feels good for him. So you continue with your light teasing until he’s bucking his hips erratically into your face.
“Fu-uck! Mm, please, ‘m gonna…” he gasps, head thrown back. Your sign to pull your own head away, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his cock before it breaks when you look up and meet his gaze. His eyes have snapped open, lust-hazed blue replaced by a look of surprise and accompanied by a moan so sinful you have to remind yourself that this is about him, and not about you jumping his bones.
“Wh-,” he begins, voice trembling before he manages to compose himself just a little, “what? Why?”
You smile despite yourself and lick your lips, considering how you want to respond before speaking.
“I’m… trying something new. Just trust me, baby. I’ve got you.” You run your fingers down his thighs then back up again, waiting for him to come back down from the edge you’ve pushed him towards.
“Okay,” he leans his head back again, glasses wonky on his face now, cheeks flushed. He’s almost unfairly unattractive like this, you’ve never seen anyone look this undone for you.
Your eyes drift to his arms and you’re reminded that if he didn’t like this, he could very easily have you trapped beneath him in moments, but he’s letting it happen, eager to please.
You wrap your hand around his cock, pausing for a second just to feel the weight of it in your palm. He’s not absurdly long, about average really, but he’s thick in a way that hits the right spot every time he fucks you, and you can’t get enough of looking at it.
He doesn’t make any move to thrust up into your hand, so you start to stroke his cock languidly at first, like you have all the time in the world. You want to pull more of those noises out of him, and you succeed.
“Ah- that feels so- so… shit-,” he bites out, far too focused on the feeling of your hand on his cock to care about getting a cohesive sentence out.
“That’s it, baby…” You twist your wrist just right as you pump up and down, flicking your thumb over his glans on the upward stroke.
The sounds coming out of him at this point are just garbled nonsense, groans and strangled gasps strung together with please and fuck. You’ve never heard him curse so much.
“Good boy,” you breathe, focusing on the way his face contorts in pleasure. That gets a reaction out of him, a downright pornographic moan spilling from his lips. Good to know.
You quicken your pace, continuing to praise him, coaxing more sweet, broken sounds out of him. His fingers dig into the sheets beneath him so hard his knuckles are turning white.
“So good for me. You’re taking this so well, pretty boy,” your words are barely a whisper at this point, shamelessly lust-laden. His cock is leaking all over your hand, and you can see his stomach muscles tightening again.
“Ngh, shit- so- mmh, so close, please, I need-,” he whimpers hoarsely, hips bucking into your hand in unrestrained desperation, chasing the high.
Then your hand stills, moving away from his cock and dragging a ragged, pathetic mewl from him. You study his face, taking in his glassy eyes and parted lips. He’s almost crying.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to keep going?” You check in, feeling a slight pang in your chest. The state you’ve reduced him to is undeniably captivating, but you don’t want to push him too far.
He nods, out of breath and frustrated by the lack of release, but still hungry for more. He’s never felt like this, never relinquished his control in such an intimate way. It’s intoxicating, and every ounce of hesitation he had about this has been washed away in a current of heady desire.
“Words please, Ry,” you hum, straightening up and kneeling back.
“Yes, you can… you can keep going. Please?”
“Good, that’s it.” You reach up to adjust his glasses out instinct, brushing his tousled hair back from his forehead as you do.
He shivers at the tender act, the contrast of it compared to your touch on his cock doing nothing to calm the fire burning in his entire body.
Then you’re crawling up the bed and straddling his face, taking his glasses off fully for ease of access. You’ve tried to ride his face while he was still wearing them before and wasn’t the most comfortable.
“Want to get me ready for you, baby?” Your voice drops to a low rasp.
He doesn’t respond with any words, just grabs your hips and pulls your dripping pussy down onto his mouth.
You let your head fall back, a breathy moan catching on your lips as his tongue laps up your wetness before he starts circling your clit.
He starts off with kitten licks but it’s not long until he begins alternating between broad strokes up your slit, tongue flat against you, sucking your clit into his mouth and tonguing at your entrance.
“Hah… ah, god, Ry!” You gasp, rocking your hips against his face as he eats you out with ruthless intensity.
“That’s it, use me, fuck-,” his voice is muffled beneath you, barely legible between desperate licks and the way you’re grinding against his mouth, but the vibrations of his words send a low thrum straight to your core anyway.
Bracing your hands against the wall in front of you, you finally let go and ride his face like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. You learned long ago that Ryland doesn’t care if he can’t breathe, he’ll just grab your hips and pull you right back down if you try to give him a break.
“Oh!” Is the only thing that wrenches its way out of your chest and past your lips when he starts paying special attention to your clit again, every pass of your hips starting to get sloppier as you reach the high you’ve been chasing.
The knot in your stomach winds tighter and tighter before finally snapping and your movements stutter to a stop as you arch over him.
“Fuck!,” Your nails drag down the wall when the wave of red-hot pleasure washes over you, swallowing every sense until all you’re aware of is Ryland, not stopping even as you come down from your orgasm.
You wrench yourself free of his grip, gasping for air as you look down at his face. He’s soaked in you, eyelashes fluttering as he gazes up with a dazed, intoxicated smile.
“I could do that all day,” he murmurs. There’s a brief moment of charged silence before you shift back down to straddle his hips.
Leaning down, you capture his lips in a heated kiss and he meets you with the same enthusiasm as always- warm, eager, pressing up into it like he just can’t help himself. You let it linger just long enough to feel him soften under you, then deepen it, slow and deliberate, until his breath stutters against your mouth.
You let your pussy glide over the length of his neglected, still-hard cock and he groans into your mouth, one hand finding your ass, fingers digging in, while the other tangles in your hair, keeping you there. Not letting you escape the kiss just yet.
You don’t rush it. You let the moment stretch, let him feel every second of it, every small movement. He follows you instinctively with pent up desire, and you can’t help the faint smile that tugs at your lips when you finally ease back, just enough to make him chase you.
Chase you, he does, but you pull further away and reach down to take hold of his cock, teasing the tip in the slick heat of your entrance. His breath hitches and by the way his brows furrow, it’s taking every bit of his willpower to not just drive his hips up and sink into you.
“Do you want to fuck me, baby?” You lean back down to purr into his ear.
“Fuck- yes, please, need to be inside you. Please let me fuck you,” he chokes out, eyes slipping shut as his head drops back onto the pillow. He begs so prettily, it would be cruel to deny him.
You slide down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch and hissing at the stretch. You can take him without much prep now, but the stretch of his thick length still burns a little in a delicious way.
“Shiiit,” he bites out, hands locking onto your hips. His fingers dig into your skin as you pause, adjusting to the sensation of him inside you.
Tilting forward, you plant your hands on his shoulders for support and lift your hips, leaving just the tip of him inside you. The drag of his cock against your walls is intoxicating.
You drop back down and moan, digging your nails into his skin. His grip tightens on your hips, his mouth falling open, silent and undone.
You set a steady pace at first, slow and deliberate. You can’t help yourself, teasing him is just too fun, and you know he won’t be able to take much more of this.
You pick up speed, hips lifting up and then sinking back down in a fluid rhythm, making him chase a release that stays just out of reach.
“God, sweetheart, please,” he forces out, squeezing his eyes shut in aching frustration.
“Mmm- fuck- please what, baby?” You taunt raggedly, a teasing smile dancing on your lips. The overwhelming feeling of his presence inside you isn’t doing you any favours; it’s hard to stay in control when your nerves are on fire.
That’s all it takes, and before you have any time to react, he shifts, tilting his hips and slamming into you deeply.
“Fuck!” You cry out, jolting forward and dragging your nails down his chest before scrambling to find purchase on his shoulders.
He laughs breathlessly, driving his cock into you again and angling his hips until he hits the spot that has you seeing stars.
“Mmm, Ry! Hah-hh, shit-,” it’s your turn to be a whimpering mess now, falling apart in a matter of seconds at his relentless pace.
“So damn tight… Love your pussy,” he groans against your ear, then turns his head and captures your lips in a searing kiss.
You kiss him back desperately, rocking your hips back down in tandem with his thrusts. He catches your moans in the kiss, pressing into you with more urgency as the heat builds low in his stomach.
You can feel yourself hurtling closer to the edge too, and your legs begin to tremble. He drives up into you harder, like he can’t get enough, the rhythm turning frantic beneath you.
He slips one hand between your bodies and you almost scream when he starts rubbing your clit in tight circles. That does it, and you cum with a shuddering cry before collapsing forward against him.
He wraps one arm around your waist to steady you and starts fucking you further into delirium, his thrusts turning sloppy as he nears his own release.
“Ngh, fu- fuck, I’m gonna… can I- need to- inside?” he moans, words coming out broken.
You feel like you’re floating at this point, every sharp thrust into your sensitive pussy sending shockwaves through you, but you manage to gather yourself enough to respond.
“Please,” is all you get out before he groans and buries himself into you one last time, cumming hard.
You whine as he stills, and there’s a stretch of silence before he finally speaks up.
“Woah.”
“Yeah, woah,” you giggle tiredly, shifting to lie beside him. The after-sensation still lingers, fading in slow waves that leave you a little dazed. He gathers you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs softly into your hair.
“I’m okay,” you say, tracing gentle circles on his chest. “Are you? That was… a lot.”
“I’m better than okay. That was incredible,” he kisses your head again, smiling. “Thank you. I think I… I think I learned a lot about myself.”
“That was my intention,” you trace more idle patterns across his chest.. “I don’t want you doubting yourself just because you’re less experienced. You gain experience by learning. You should know this, you’re a scientist.”
“Well, yeah… I know that, obviously. I just… I don’t know, I guess I worry that if I don’t satisfy you, you’ll leave?” His words come out hesitant, like even saying them unsettles him.
“Ry,” you push yourself up on one elbow, turning to face him. “Do you really believe that? That I’d leave if you didn’t satisfy me during sex?”
“I know it’s stupid, but… yeah?” He meets your gaze, eyes worried.
“Ryland, that would never happen. You do satisfy me. And even if you didn’t, that’s something we could work on together. I just need you to stop being so insecure about this,” your tone is gentle and he relaxes visibly as you speak.
He nods and you smile.
“Okay?”
“Okay.”