Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13

... me, and rubbed it against my clit and up and down my slit. I arched my back suddenly, and my hips pulled back, weirdly, suddenly not seeking out the friction.

When I settled back into place, he continued stirring me up with his head, getting caught on my opening at one point, my body trying to suck him in. Both of our breaths caught at that, and my eyes went wide, suddenly alert. I wanted to scream at him to just do it before I lost my nerve, and then I felt him catch again. It was such a dangerous feeling, and I felt my stomach tighten uncomfortably. And then he stopped, aiming his head right at my entrance. I felt off, I don't know what was happening to me.

"Ready?" He asked, snapping me out of my head. I think I nodded, I must have, because I felt him gently start to push forward. I felt his head stretching me open as he started to enter me. I felt myself stretch a little more than when he had used three fingers instead of two, and I furrowed my brow and closed my eyes to concentrate on relaxing my kegels. And then I felt myself stretch open just a little more than I expected, and I started to feel myself panic, my eyes now open wide, now unable to relax myself. I recoiled and gasped, startling him and causing him to pull back.

"Are you okay? Bee, what's wrong??" He asked, his level of concern making me feel even more panicked.

"I-... I'm sorry!" I replied, sitting up. I looked down at his cock, maybe it was the moment or maybe it was how close he had gotten ...

... that made him look somehow even bigger. I rubbed my hands on my thighs, then held my boobs for security. "I just, I started to feel really weird and--I don't know if I can take you... yet! I just, I don't know if I'm ready." I looked at his face, in time to see him deflate, almost imperceptibly, his shoulders dropping an infinitesimal distance, before he smiled weakly.

"It's okay, Bee. We don't have to do this right now, maybe not ever. I- I love you." It made my heart hurt, and I could feel my eyes water. He was doing his best to not seem disappointed but I knew I had failed him. I wanted to be the one to do this for him, and thought I could. I had gotten his hopes up, and then I choked at the last second. I felt so, so bad. And him doing his best to take it in stride made me just want to please him so much more. He deserved it, he really did. In that moment I thought about setting aside everything and just letting him have me, just powering through it, ignoring whatever the fuck that panic was, but then I remembered my trip. What if he hurt me unintentionally? Did I really want to be out of the country, stuck in a plane for half a day, having to be on my feet throughout the week, potentially in pain? I knew I still wanted to make this happen, it just couldn't be tonight.

"I love you too... so much. I'm so sorry. I still want this, so fucking bad, I promise you we'll get there, just not tonight."

"You don't have to apologize, I understand." He put his hand on my ...