Chapter 44: Aisha & Quinton – Part 2

QUINTON

Quinton didn’t like seeing her upset, but it was comforting to know she wasn’t scared for herself. He touched her head, running his fingers through her long dark hair.

“I want you to be happy. I want you to enjoy this!”

She didn’t respond, gazing up at him through her hair. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles.

“Did you want to touch me?” he asked. “As I’m touching you?”

He brushed his fingers along her waist, then over the curve of her hip and backside. He smiled as she shivered. Her eyes were wide and gleaming as she pressed her hand to his chest.

Then she reached up to touch his cheek. She let her hand drop to his throat, where she stroked his masculine jut. It surprised him that she was so willing. She was looking at his lips. She was looking into his eyes.

She didn’t seem at all abashed about her nudity—or his nudity. He’d always thought she’d be shy and reticent. He didn’t think he’d be lying in bed with her so soon. Perhaps her understanding of their bonding had changed things.

Perhaps knowing that he had more to “lose” than she did made her feel differently. She touched his belly, then lowered her eyes.

“Touch it,” he encouraged. “It’s not going to bite.”

She gave a nervous chuckle, then reached down to wrap her hand around it. Quinton grunted.

“A—are you okay?” she asked.

“Definitely. It just—it just feels good,” he said. He paused. “Can I touch you?”

She nodded. She released him as Quinton lowered his hand to her pelvis. He took a moment to stroke her pubic hair before sliding his hand between her legs. She was so soft.

Her lips really did feel a bit like flower petals. She gasped as he stroked her deeply. She rolled onto her back, her hands by her sides. Quinton grabbed her hip, then leaned over to suck at her breast—her soft little breast.

She gasped again. Quinton groaned. She was so lovely. He moved over to her other breast. Then he reached down to slide his hand between her legs again. She spread her thighs, allowing him to stroke her. She shuddered beneath him.

Aisha’s eyes were wet. Quinton touched her cheek, then kissed her on the mouth, long and deep. She jerked when the tip of his erection brushed against her side. As they kissed, Quinton took her hand and placed it around his shaft. Slowly, he had her stroke him.

He smiled at her. She gave a quivering smile back.

“Soft,” she said.

Resting his head beside hers on the pillow, Quinton moved her hand to the tip and had her stroke it with her thumb. She was looking down at it now. Quinton lowered her hand to his balls.

“Touch me,” he said. “All of me. Don’t be afraid.”

His eyelids fluttered as she massaged them. They felt full, like two bloated balloons between his legs. She touched the base of his shaft with her fingertips. His body gave a little buck. Aisha jerked her hand away.

“Sorry,” Quinton said.

There was a small wet patch on the sheet. Aisha looked up at him, then looked down again. She touched the wet patch, then touched the tip of his shaft where it was shining.

“It’s warm,” she said.

“Yes.”

“A—and this…t-this is what bonds us?”

“Yes. Three times.”

“Three times,” she repeated in a whisper. “And w-we can never be s-separated.”

“Only through death.”

Her eyes were shining. “And y-you…and y-you…” She blew through her fringe as she struggled against the tears in her voice.

Quinton seized her wrist. “Stop thinking about it. Like I said, this is ~my~ choice too,” he said. He smiled. “I’m a big boy. I don’t need your protection.”

Aisha scrunched up her face as she struggled against her emotions. Gently, Quinton took her shoulders and pulled her against him, her face buried in his neck. He rubbed her back as he felt the tears sprinkle his chest.

Then he reached down to cup her backside. Her shoulders were shuddering, but they soon stopped, and Quinton kissed her ear.

“No more thinking,” he said, and he rolled her onto her back.

She lay sprawled on the mattress, her cheeks streaked with tears, her eyes bright as he crawled on top of her.

“No more worrying,” he said gently, stroking her cheek.

Aisha swallowed and gasped.

“Are you ready?” he whispered.

She nodded. Quinton reached down to check. His fingers came away wet. He couldn’t deny his nervousness as he positioned himself. His apprehension wasn’t just about what the bond might bring for him, but also about her. How was he supposed to do this without causing her pain? She was petite and he was large.

Aisha spread her thighs as Quinton hovered over her. “You tell me if it’s too much,” he told her.

She nodded.

“You ~tell~ me.”

His shaft swung down between her legs. It brushed up against the softness of her thigh before finding the soft cheeks of her womanhood. It pressed against them, eager to drive forth. Quinton forced himself to hold back even as his body burned, even as he felt the blood pulsing in his balls.

Very slowly, he pressed up against her outer opening. Aisha was panting as she gazed up at the ceiling, her breasts and shoulders heaving. Her face shone with her tears. He pushed. She gasped, stretching out her long neck. Bit by bit, he pushed inside her. She grabbed onto his arms with a grimace.

“Tell me,” Quinton said.

“Go. G-Go.”

He pushed deeper. She was tight inside. Quinton’s heart was thudding as he watched her face carefully. She was still grimacing. She sucked in a choking breath as he entered her completely.

Quinton paused. “Are you okay?”

“G-Go. D-Do it.” Her face was screwed up. Her eyes were shining with tears. “Do-Do it!” She sucked in a breath. “Kiss me!”

Quinton pressed his lips against hers as he pulled back his hips and thrust into her. Aisha dug her nails into his arms. She kissed him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth just as he thrust his shaft into her.

He needed to get it done quickly. If she told him to stop, how was he going to do it? ~I will do it. It was pathetic to think otherwise.~ It hurt to see her hurt. So much worse than the need to satisfy his own pleasure.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her lips. Why did it have to be this way? It wasn’t fair.

He tried to ease back a little, but it seemed to do nothing for the pain. He could see the tendons bulging in her neck. Her teeth were bared.

She was not enjoying this at all. He needed to stop.

“That’s enough,” he said.

But when he tried to pull back, she grabbed onto his hips.

“Do it! F-Finish.” She glared into his eyes.

Quinton obeyed. This time, he pressed his face into the pillow so he couldn’t see her expression. He thrust hard and fast.

She was growing tighter and tighter as he swelled larger. She was clawing her fingers deeply into his hips. Her breaths were coming in short, frantic gasps.

Finally, with a grunt and a shudder, he ejaculated. Two more powerful thrusts and it was over.

She was staring up at the ceiling, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide. She no longer showed any pain; her face smoothed out, but it didn’t make him feel good.

She’d gotten no pleasure out of it at all.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“I’m—I’m okay. I’m okay.”

She released a breath.

“So th—that’s it?”

“That’s stage 1,” Quinton answered.

“Then we have to…”

“We won’t do it again tonight. Not until you feel better.”

“I feel fine.”

Quinton looked away. “Then until ~I~ feel better about it.”

“But I want to.”

She clutched at her belly, grimacing. Quinton winced, feeling the same urge, the same ~need~. The next two stages were calling.

But what was he to do? He looked down at himself, then down at her. Slowly, he pulled out of her.

There was pink around his shaft and upon the sheet.

He suddenly felt a rush of fear that wasn’t his. Aisha sat up and seized his arm, her dark eyes darting over him, particularly over his face.

Quinton gave her a small smile. “Don’t fear. The changes won’t be evident until after the third stage.”

She tightened her grip. “I sh—shouldn’t have done it.”

“Stop saying that. No more.”

She fell back into the pillow.

She placed her hands upon her breasts as she breathed. “It hurts.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. ~It~ hurts.” She tapped at her heart. “In here.”

“I won’t enter you again so soon,” Quinton said firmly.

He looked down at the sheet, feeling a jerk in his stomach.

How long could he last?