Pater Familias

I woke to the sensation of questing female fingers. I lay still, feigning sleep, curious to see if she would move from my shoulder. A few minutes passed in which she mapped my musculature, the top curve of my humerus and my clavicle. She touched cautiously, lightly, as if afraid to awaken me.

Then, she dropped her fingers down my arm, seeming to savor the texture of my skin. I felt her keenly, since I had no hair to impede sensation. Fighting to remain still, docile, I focused on that inquisitive hand and the sound of her forcibly quiet respiration.

Sakura explored the structure of my hand, following lines the same as she’d followed veins. She pressed our palms together, fingers following mine, and measured the difference.

I laced our digits, listening to her breathing grow ragged, then still. When I gave no sign of wakefulness, didn’t move, she carefully, oh so carefully, laid her other hand upon my abdomen.

I fought the stirring in my groin and failed. Like most men, I usually had a morning erection, and that basic biology combined with her maddingly light touch ended my fight before it truly began. I’d never had to struggle to remain so still and outwardly calm. But, I let her continue. I wanted her to gain her nerve. If she desired exploring me in a ‘safe’ time, I would give her that.

I would have claimed it impossible to feel eyes, but I felt hers. Her gaze made my cock jerk and swell. I listened to her short, panting breaths, felt myself expanding phenomenally against the cotton of my sleep pants. Now, I smelled her arousal, and it was sweet.

Slowly, she lowered her hand, slid it down my belly. Like it might bite her, she gently stroked the tip of me. My violent, completely involuntary twitch elicited a gasp from her.

So virginal for all her experience. These men, those men, who and whom, none of them had let her explore? To taste? Though not a feminist, I wept for women everywhere if this generation truly treated a lover only like a vessel. Women were so much more.

She palmed me and stroked down my more-than-modest length. A groan tore up from my throat quite against my will, and she snatched her hand away. But, after long, intensely still moments, she returned. This time, she slid under my waistband to touch skin.

Ah, Shiva!

I gave up on pretense. Tightening my grip on her fingers, I opened my eyes. Startled, Sakura tried to pull back, but I wasn’t having that. Oh, no. No, she wanted to play and I would let her, but I couldn’t lie like a statue while she did.

“I’m sorry,” she began, unhanding my cock.

“Sakura,” I murmured, attacking my pants. “I’m enjoying your play, my dear. Do as you will. I vow to lay here and not interfere.”

She blushed. “Hojo, I couldn’t-.”

“You can.” I flipped the first button open. “I’m inviting you to explore, no expectations, no strings.” The second button slid free. “Have you ever looked your fill?” The third button opened. I could bet she’d had a mouthful of dick over and over without ever being invited to gain knowledge of a man.

My cock sprang free of its cloth prison, standing proud to the morning light. Sakura stared at it, still blushing, but now furiously red. Her eyes darted to mine. “You’ll let me just…touch?” she asked, sounding dubious. “You won’t move?”

I lifted my hips, pinning my own hands underneath my body. “I won’t move,” I assured.
By her fears, I would learn her. By my methods, she would learn. “You have all the time in the world to find out what makes me moan, gasp and cry.”

Sakura, biting her lip, made note of my trapped hands. She brought her gaze down to my cock. Slowly, she reached for it. Her little fingers didn’t quite meet, but I’d not expected them to. I was large and she was small. Still, I hadn’t expected to feel quite so turned-on by her attempt. I gritted my teeth, shoving my head further into the pillow. She quickly let go.

“Am I hurting you?”

I fought not to laugh. “No,” I answered at last. Later, I would tell her what I liked, step by step perhaps, but right now I’d let her have the reins.

“Good,” she whispered. I watched her coat her hands with saliva. Once again she gripped me. I felt her tug my pants farther down, exposing my balls, which tightened and moved up. Carefully, she palmed them. They felt so fucking heavy. “Oh, Hojo.” Her breath enflamed my skin.

I bucked at her first stroke. Groaning, I let my eyes close. Her playtime would end before she felt satisfied, if I didn’t focus better than this. Still, I hadn’t had a woman in a few years now, and I really wanted Sakura in particular.

Number five, B-Boron, number six, C-Carbon, number seven, N-Nitrogen…

Another, long stroke. I lost my place in the Periodic Table before even getting started. I would shame my endurance if I didn’t get a firm…grip…on myself. She felt burning hot and she made these delightful little gasps that went straight to my groin.

Lithium is a Group One element, lithium carbonate treats manic-depression in one-half to two-gram doses. Gast forced lithium into me after my first exposure to Jenova…

Shiva, she had perfect rhythm. I trembled and sweated now, and fought the bed. My hands gripped the sheets hard. I felt an inquisitive, ever-emboldening hand tugging on my sac while another caressed the length of me. A little pain there really made me pant.

Lithium makes up the anode in my watch and cell phone batteries. Lithium is used to make the high strength glassware in my lab…

Faster, faster now. Sakura gained confidence. I’d hoped she would. I was a man like any other man, and I knew I would be familiar to her once she remembered her feminine power. She made me taut as a drum head, made me arch like an electrocution victim. I couldn’t keep my ass on the bed, not with her milking my cock like this. I heard the sheet rip under my hands.

Lithium stearate and oil comprise the lubricant in my high-temp machines. Lithium hydroxide absorbs carbon dioxide. Lithium is used to create high-performance aircraft alloys…

She twisted my tip, flicked underneath the flange and rubbed her thumb in my pre-come, spreading it over the entire head. In her fist, the slickness mimicked entry. I groaned, wanting to thrust upward into that tightness, but she pressed me down. I could fight her, I wanted to fight her, but I mastered the compulsion.

“Holy Ifrit, Hojo,” she whispered.

If she talked to me I would shoot all over her. I loved her voice. So soft and gentle, so low and sultry. I could see myself painting her lips in white, gathering it up on my finger and making her suck it off. Just the thought pushed lightning up my spine. “Fuck,” I growled. “Oh, yes, Sakura. Faster!”

And she obeyed.

I lost all hope. Hair plastered to my face, I sucked wind, snarling. Sakura, panting so prettily, her darkened lips parting, began to softly keen encouragement. Her grip tightened, and she rolled my balls in her palms. I felt I would erupt. Hot lust boiled up with every little tug and stroke. The smell of her fresh, wet pussy made my eyes roll back…

I came. I came and I came, shouting and cursing and praising. I came so hard I heard it hit the wallpaper behind me, and a half-second later I felt wetness on my face and chest. Stars bursting behind my eyes, I fell back onto the mattress and in the shredded remains of my sheet. I felt Sakura spread her hands on my belly and rest.

Our harsh breathing sounded much like music.

She crawled up me. I cracked open my eyes and looked into her anxious ones. She smiled shyly. “You liked it.”

Weakly, I managed a grin. “Didn’t you, Sakura? My evidence is everywhere.”

I loved the cocky little jerk of her head and the pleased light in her eyes.

“Yes, I did,” she admitted, lying down at my side. “You’re… good to watch, Hojo.”

I know I fell asleep still smiling.