CHAPTER 46: BREAKING OUT OF HER SHELL

Myla.

It was slow and slow on purpose. Even though I’ve come a very long way (and that was a huge understatement in my mind), I was still not quite sure of myself. Not quite…confident, I guess. As I sensually took off each article of clothing, I could feel that low spark of confidence explode into something much brighter and hotter. I started to feel less awkward and with every piece of clothing that fell to the floor, I got more and more excited. Thrills fluttered through my body and settled in the pit of my stomach.

I looked down. On the floor was a little pile of clothing. My shirt, a simple white button-up. My gray pencil skirt. My black stockings. There was nothing left as I stood there in front of Fabian except for my bra and panties. They were a matching set of lacey, navy blue. Both were sheer except where my nipples and pussy were. Those were covered by flowery bits of opaque cloth. There were accents of white and gray here and there as well.

As I watched his appraising eyes on me, that feeling in my stomach sent ripples of pleasure through me. I liked his eyes on me. I liked the look I saw in them. The lust. The raw, passionate desire for me. Even now, standing there nearly but not quite naked, he looked like he could barely contain himself.

“You are…” he breathed, his voice nothing but a husky whisper. “...so beautiful.”

“Shh,” I told him. I held a finger up to my mouth to emphasize my point. “I’m doing the talking now.”

I strutted closer to him, copying my “sexy” walk from every super hot woman I’d ever seen in movies and TV. It wasn’t like I was an expert or anything but I felt like I could at least do a passable job of it. Fabian didn’t look like he was complaining as I exaggerated the movement of my hips as I walked. It made his eyes look down, right where I wanted them to be.

“I want you to just sit there,” I told him. My voice came out sultry. Sexy. At least, that was the intent. I’m not sure if what I heard coming out of my mouth sounded as good to Fabian as it did to me. It could be utterly ridiculous for all I knew (like when you hear your own voice played back to you on a recording and it just doesn’t sound like what you expect).

Fabian put up his hands, his eyes still taking all of me in.

“You’ll get no argument from me,” he said.

I smiled at that and then reached behind me. Again, my movements were very slow and I tried to make them as seductive as I possibly could. After a second or two, my fingers found the clasp of my bra. There was no more awkwardness inside me, or if there was any, it was barely there now. So small, I couldn’t even notice it. I felt so different in those few moments. So…

Strong. Maybe even powerful.

To have someone like Fabian completely enraptured by me was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. We’ve had sex twice now but each time, he had been the one to instigate everything. The choices had all been his. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated that like no other. It was incredibly arousing to have him take control and do things to me that felt so good it should be illegal.

But now I wanted to be that person and I wanted to do that for him. I might not be the most skilled, and I was definitely far from experienced, but I was sure that I would be able to do it. That I could have him feeling just as good as he made me feel.

In my excitement, the clasp to my bra decided it wanted to fight me and not open as easily as it had the thousands upon thousands of other times I’d undone it. You’d think just the fact that I’ve undid my own bra about a million times would make it second nature by now but nope. Of course, the one time I needed things to go off without a hitch they didn't. A flare of panic hit me at that moment, but what did I do?

Did I completely flip out? Freeze? Or did I just stubbornly push through and act like I totally wasn’t failing at undoing my own bra?

Yes. Yes. And also…yes.

The flipping out part was completely in my head (thank God). I did end up freezing (mostly due to the fact that I was internally flipping out). And then, after the whole freezing up with panic thing stopped, my dumb fingers started to obey me again. I did my best to calm the inner chaos and then, like magic, my bra came off.

I held it in front of me for a little while, denying Fabian the ability to see my breasts. The fear and insecurities I’d spent my whole life dealing with flooded back in. Here I was, standing in front of the only man I’d ever had sex with, and I was about to stand in front of him completely naked. It was different this time than the other times, in case you’re wondering. This time was much more raw than the others. Especially that first time. I’d been drunk then. The alcohol had done a lot to forcibly shut my inner thoughts and turmoil the hell up. Fabian’s date night had been different too. Although not drunk, he had still done most of the initiating of sex so I hadn’t felt as exposed as I did right then.

As for Su, well, she was a woman and (in case that still counts), refer back to the whole alcohol explanation.

I took a slight breath in, trying to control those intense emotions before they could rampage out of control and then that slight second of hesitation where I froze ended. I let my hands fall away and with it, my bra. It came down in my left hand and then I let it go. It made a soft thud as it hit the floor. As soon as I stood there, my breasts bared to Fabian, another surge of pleasure ran through me. I could feel myself getting wetter and my heart’s racing reached new levels as I grew more excited and horny with every passing second.

The hunger and the desire in Fabian’s eyes also intensified, which only spurred me on even more (if that were even possible). It was like some kind of cycle where his intense desire for me fed my own desire which only fed his desire more. If things kept going that way, there was going to come a moment when I wouldn’t be able to control myself anymore and I was going to practically attack him.

“Don’t move. Not even an inch,” I said.

Why would I say that?

Can’t tell you that. It was the first thing that came to my mind. As horny and aroused as we both were, the silence felt really…there (if that makes any sense). So I decided to fill it and that’s what came out. I guess I will be rolling with that then.

I did too.

I walked closer to Fabian, staring down at him from my vantage point of standing while he was sitting. Before I really understood what I was doing, I straddled Fabian while he sat on the couch. My crotch instantly felt something hard pushing into it and I realized with a tingly thrill that it was his dick. I grinded a little more into it, moving my hips in a vaguely circular motion. My breasts were close to his face, almost close enough for him to lick with his tongue. I could see him wanting to. The desire to reach out and pull me closer to him was right there in his eyes. When I saw it lurking there, I pulled away a little.

“Nope,” I said with a teasing smile. “I can touch you but you can’t touch me. Got it?”

“That is going to be extremely difficult but…yes. I understand,” he said, his voice thick and still in that husky-sounding whisper. His dick moved against me, as if it were trying to break away from Fabian’s control and do its own thing.

I leaned down and kissed him on the side of his neck, my tongue flicking out ever-so-lightly. His body responded immediately with a shudder. I stayed there for a few seconds more and then started to move upward. I got to the softness of his earlobe and sucked it into my mouth while lightly biting down. That shudder got more pronounced. After that, I placed a line of kisses along his jawline until I got to his lips. I brought mine closer to him but did not actually kiss him. Instead, they hovered there for a few seconds, his breath and mine intertwining together. His eyes were closed and his body went stiff with anticipation.

I brought my lips closer. Still, I didn’t actually kiss him. As I did this, drawing out the kiss between us, my hands went to his shirt and started to undo the buttons holding it closed. They were shockingly skilled at doing this. More so than I would’ve thought (especially considering the bra incident of a few minutes ago). In no time, the buttons were undone and I pulled it apart so that his chest and torso were laid bare. His perfect, chiseled chest and insane abs. My hands ran along the length of it, from pecs all the way down to his navel. All the while, my lips kept getting closer and closer.

He was getting so aroused that it was getting harder for me to contain myself, let alone him. I could feel him itching to reach out and grab hold of me. To do to me all the things I was dragging out.

“Not yet,” I whispered, my lips only about a centimeter from his. My hands were busy. Busy slowly stripping him.

In a few moments, he had his shirt off and I pressed close to him, our skin touching. The heat coming from the both of us felt so hot, it could boil water. Then, when the both of us couldn’t stand it anymore, our bodies practically thrumming like wires full of electricity, our lips finally met.

It was like an explosion.

The minute our lips touched, the fuse was lit and things went from slow and sensual to heated and frantic. I couldn’t hold myself back and Fabian couldn't either. I reached down as I continued to straddle him and practically ripped his belt off. As soon as I did, he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. In the haze of what we were doing, he somehow got his pants and boxers off with me on top of him. At the same time, somehow, I managed to get my thoroughly soaked panties off of me.

Our tongues came together in a frenzy of passionate kissing. One of his hands gripped by back, his fingertips digging into the skin and muscle there (but not in a bad way). His other hand caressed one of my boobs, his index finger (at least I’m pretty sure it was his index finger), played with my nipple. The sensation was powerful and made my body start to shudder now.

That whole time, I could feel his dick against me, hard and throbbing. Acting on instinct alone, I reached down and grabbed it. I hoisted myself up a little and then angled his cock so that it would slide inside me. As soon as it did, I felt warmth and pleasure and so much more. I looked down at him then, our eyes meeting.

Then we were kissing again as we fucked. As I was grinding up and down, he was timing his thrusts perfectly so that his dick entered me deeply. It felt so…so…GOOD!

“Oh my fucking God!” I said in a breathless whisper. I was shocked to hear myself say that. I don’t typically cuss all that much but here I was, letting the F-bomb fly. Truthfully, I wanted to scream it out but we were in a semi-public space so I kept it contained.

We went faster and faster, Fabian thrusting himself deeper and harder into me. At some point we’d stopped kissing but it was only so he could kiss along the tops of my breasts. Then, a few seconds later, his tongue was swirling along my nipple. I felt another pulse of pleasure go through me.

I don’t know much about sex (other than the biological-type facts about it), that much was true, but for me, what Fabian and I did felt like getting an A+ on a test.

We spent several more moments like that with me on top of him and him thrusting into me from underneath. Then Fabian took control again. He rose from the couch, taking me with him, and then walked over so he could press me up against the wall. He fucked me like that for several long, bliss-filled minutes. Then he laid me down on the floor and fucked me there.

After that, it was doggie style (I’ve watched porn so yes, I am familiar with a lot of positions). Doggie style was…incredible. I think that might’ve been my favorite. Then I pushed him onto the floor and got on top again.

We went through a lot of positions is what I’m trying to say.

And, when it was all said and done, it was one of the most exhausting but overwhelmingly pleasurable moments of my life.