"Are you sure this is okay? I know it's not actual sex but—"
"Babe," his hand rests on your knee, gentle but reassuring, "this is fine. I'm willing to do whatever you're comfortable with. Masturbating together is a good start, but if you wanna stop at any point, just tell me."
Despite his sweet words, you still pout a little, making his cock twitch.
You're already set up, a towel beneath you, your toys on the bed. You pick them up—a clit sucker and a dildo—and shyly start your routine.
You've wanted to fuck your boyfriend for a while now, but you've just been too nervous to have sex with him. The last couple guys you fucked made a big deal about the mess you made during your orgasms, so you've been fearful that your boyfriend will dislike it as well.
He was the one to bring up masturbating in front of each other, stating that it would give you both the chance to see what the other likes and how they act during sex. This idea interested you. It was enticing: your boyfriend could see how messy you get and prepare himself for it, and if he didn't like it, you could dump his ass without letting his dick inside you.
You accepted his offer, and now you were wet enough from the clit sucker to put in your dildo.
You can't look at him, too embarrassed to do so, but you can hear his hand jerking his lubed cock and his heavy breaths. You hate to admit that it turns you on having him watch you like this, legs spread, your hand pumping your dildo into your favorite spot inside of you, your body squirming in delight.
You know your own body well, so naturally it doesn't take long for you to reach your peak. Your climax hits you hard, cunt squeezing so tightly that it forces the dildo out, a gush of fluid following right after.
Your eyes flutter open as you pant, glancing down the bed at your boyfriend, heart sinking when you see his wide eyes.
"Sorry," you mumble, starting to sit up. "I know, I know: I make such a mess when I cum. I really can't help it, though! I try to hold it in but it just comes out and—"
He says your name, voice deep, making you shut your mouth.
"Can I see it again?" he asks, his hand wrapped tight around the base of his cock.
Your body heats up like a kettle, legs squeezing together. You're feeling bashful, but you open your legs again, inserting the dildo into your much slicker cunt.
It feels almost shameful to be doing this, to be masturbating so furiously in front of each other, but every time you squirt onto the towel and he coaxes you to do it one more time, you feel obliged to do so. You want to make him happy, after all, and what's wrong with feeling good in the process?
But still, you feel dirty doing this, like a slut, or a whore, but he's not even inside of you. He's just slotted between your legs, one hand massaging your thigh while the other works his cock in a frenzy, eyes glued to your cunt as you continue playing with yourself.
And his words certainly aren't helping put out the fire in your belly.
"I wanna fuck you one day," he huffs. "I wanna feel you squirt on my cock, feel it drip down my thighs. I wanna eat you out and drink up every last drop you let out. I wanna feel your pussy squeeze me so tight I think I might pass out. You look so fucking good right now, you know that?"
You squirt again with a cry, the fluid streaming out so far that it ends up colliding with his hand and cock.
"Holy fuck," he grunts, head falling back as he jerks faster, hips shuddering until he spills cum over your abused cunt. You whine his name, but your back arches nonetheless.
"You came all over me," you fuss, turning off the clit sucker as he pulls out the towel under you, muttering apologies as he wipes you down.
"Sorry, sorry. I couldn't hold back anymore," he mumbles, cleaning up the last of your combined fluids before sitting back on his haunches, staring at you hazily.
It's quiet for a moment, making you shift against the pillows.
"So, um... yeah. That's what happens when I cum..."
"I love you," he says, almost a whisper. Your heart flutters in your chest as he discards the towel to the floor, leaning over you to press a kiss to your lips, your cheek, your forehead.
"You... don't think it's too much?"
"No, baby, of course not." He flops on the bed beside you, arm wrapping over your waist. "I thought it was sexy as fuck."
"... Really? You mean it?"
"Pinkie promise you're being honest?" you ask, holding up your pinky to him. He huffs, raising his hand to hook his pinky around yours.
"Pinky promise." That settles you, making you sigh and shuffle closer to him. He noses your cheek. "I can't wait to make you squirt like that."
