Your cock is beautiful – 8

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-8 Continues….

There was a soft knock at the door.

I ran my fingers through my hair. I felt panicked. I didn’t know what to say to her. I turned on my lamp, jumping back in pain and surprise as the light burned into my eyes. I covered them with my arm and lay back in bed.

There was another knock, a little louder.

I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I couldn’t let her leave. I waited a few seconds, before saying;

“Yeah?”

Mia entered almost shyly, closing the door behind her. She was wearing a gray t-shirt that fell just past her waist, barely covering her pink panties. She wasn’t wearing a bra. It was weird how good she looked in just this, so casual, so…domestic, but still so erotic.

“Sorry I’m late.” she said, nervously brushing her hair behind her ear.

“Uh…late?” I asked.

“Yeah…I normally come over at, like, midnight…and I tried, but Stella kept wanting to talk about…just…stupid stuff…”

She trailed off, even more nervous. She wasn’t looking at me. I closed my eyes and rubbed them with my finger and thumb. I’d just woken up and it was hard to focus, and my eyes were still stinging. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten about tonight. I was completely off guard, and the silence was stretching. I had to say something to her.

“Come here, Mia.” I said.

Her mouth twitched up in a little half-smile, and she reached down to pull up her top.

“No, no.” I said, “Leave it on.”

I didn’t need any more distraction.

She paused for a second before dropping her arms. She walked quickly across the room, kneeling at her usual spot beside my bed. She glanced at my crotch briefly before meeting my eye.

She seemed excited now. It felt like she was waiting to be told to do something, waiting for an instruction.

“Don’t…don’t undress until I tell you to, in future. Ok?” I said.

She nodded uncertainty.

Why had I said it like a question?

Impulsively I reached out and pushed her hair back, sliding my fingers back across her head, before bringing my hand down to lightly cup her chin. She was staring at me with wide eyes. She seemed unsure of what to do or say, which was exactly how I felt too.

I brought my hand back to my side and sat up more in bed, moving around under the covers to get comfortable. I looked away from her again, staring straight ahead. I needed to focus, to get my thoughts in order.

I needed to know what she was thinking.

“I didn’t see you last Friday.” I said.

“Oh, yeah…on Thursday after we…um…I couldn’t get out of bed.” she said.

I glanced at her, and she was smiling.

“Oh?” I said.

“Yeah, I…I hurt so bad I could barely walk to the bathroom.” she said, “I told my parents I was sick so I didn’t have to try and get around school all day.”

She seemed to enjoy telling me this. I could hear a hint of pride in her voice.

“And Saturday?” I asked.

She shook her head and her smile grew.

“I still couldn’t move properly…It…it feels better now though.” she said, wiggling her hips.

I turned away from her again and closed my eyes. Regardless of how I felt about her normally, in the daylight hours, this was what I knew I wanted from her. Hearing her almost whisper to me that her pussy hurt so bad from my cock that she couldn’t walk, her soft voice tinged with lust and admiration. It felt so deeply satisfying, so indescribably good.

I enjoyed the feeling for a few seconds before turning back to her.

“Why didn’t you tell them the truth?” I asked. “Didn’t you want them to know…that I fucked you so hard you couldn’t walk straight?”

She smiled and looked away. I could almost feel the growing excitement in her breathing, in her voice.

“I…I didn’t, I mean I don’t…know if I’m allowed to?” she said, turning to face me again.

She knew I wasn’t serious, but the tone in her voice was clear. She was trying to ask about us, about our relationship.

“Good.” I said.

She smiled wider, but still had an air of expectancy.

“You’re not allowed to tell anyone about this, do you understand?” I said.

She nodded.

“If anyone finds out about what the two of us have been doing…it stops.” I said.

Her face fell, and she nodded more slowly.

“I won’t tell anyone…I promise.” she said.

I wasn’t sure why my first instinct was to keep it a secret. I guess my feelings towards Mia were complicated enough without throwing them into the public forum. Plus I didn’t think Stella would exactly approve.

But it seemed like she still had some questions. She looked disappointed, but it still seemed like she was waiting for something. Why did I even care so much about what she was thinking, and feeling? Wasn’t it enough that she was here?

“Mia, are you…happy? With what we’ve been doing?” I asked.

“Yes.” she said quickly.

I fought back a smile. She was so certain, her answer coming with no hesitation. I reached over to her and began to stroke her hair again, and she leaned into my hand.

“Being touched by me…” I said, slowly curling my fingers around her hair.

She closed her eyes and sighed a little.

“Being hurt by me…” I said, pulling hard.

She inhaled sharply and her voice came out in an even softer whimper.

Your cock is beautiful – 8