As I processed what happened last night, I began to shut down. The objectification, having someone barge in…it was just too much for me. In the moment I was caught up in passion, but as the day went on it brought out a trauma response from my adolescent/teenage years with my mom and her boyfriends having no respect for me or privacy.
Matt and RT are rightfully pissed. RT had to help look for Kyle, wasting hours of the night. Both were pissed that Aaron would just let someone they didn’t know into their apartment alone, especially with how he acted towards me. There will likely be an intervention with the RA since Aaron doesn’t see what the problem is with any of it.
Steven, bless him, knew where my mind was and gave me space. When the coast was clear, he got me out of the apartment and took me away for a while. Even though I couldn’t handle even the slightest touch, he stayed with me.
Cass and Matt were doing their own thing. They might have been talking or they might just end up fuck buddies, but she seems happy so that’s a positive. Really, the only problem was that Kyle’s actions took control away from me and left me feeling like a lesser being.
The compassion I knew from those days came out in Steven again. He respected my needs, but also spoke openly with me. I was reminded why I felt the way I did about him. And why what we do has such a deeper meaning. I tried to hold his hand, but recoiled at the touch. When he took me to my dorm to change, he stayed outside out of respect for my mental state.
Grabbing a bag, I loaded some clothes and sundries. Upon returning to him, I slid my arm around his and briefly put my head on his shoulder. I found I could still touch him in a comforting way as his body against mine made me feel as Linus from Charlie Brown with his blanket.
Back in his apartment, we cuddled. He wrapped his arms around me and I pushed against him. It was obvious in that moment that I needed skin to skin contact. So I sat up and pulled my shirt over my head.
“Kenz?”
“I just…this will sound weird. I want skin to skin contact. The warmth and connection is…it comforts me.”
We stripped and per usual, his eyes lit up and he grinned at the sight of my body. I once thought it was on purpose, but now I see it’s automatic. This man loves my body so much, he can’t help but smile at the view. We changed position so my head was on his chest.
Before long, I realized I was gently teasing his cock only as it began to grow hard in my hand. Gentle teasing and not stroking, I rubbed him. I looked up at him, wordlessly signaling it was what I want, and he lightly traced words and designs across my back. Precum dribbled out and I spread it over his sensitive head and down his shaft.
Slowly I began to stroke his length. He kissed my forehead. I idly toyed with him, eliciting soft moans. The tracing on my back made me shiver with the slight tickles it caused. Precum continued to trickle out through my gentle teasing allowing my hand to softly glide over him.
Eventually, I grew tired of the play but needed that ever deeper connection. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. Steven climbed over me and made eye contact. With a nod, he began to kiss me while sliding his arms under me. He embraced my body as our lips touched, only parting to stare at each other and catch our breath.
Still kissing, he slowly slid into me. I whimpered as he slowly and gently thrust into my body. We moved together with passion and intimacy. Kissing deeply as our bodies collided. He propped me up with a pillow beneath my ass. Through my moans and whispers, he never stopped his gentle motions.
I looked up at him and realized that I was in control. Steven was making love to me at my voiceless request. The memories of my past began to fade, replaced my mounting pleasure. My moans became more dire as I felt myself cumming from his motions.
We continued to kiss and touch, never changing positions. Normally, we’d be going at it with passion and lust by this point, but the connection between us brought me the same amount of pleasure, if not more. Time melted away as I whimpered and whined in ecstasy. We’d never gone for this long before. Steven continued through two more orgasms. Both times I squirted on his hard cock. The final one being the biggest orgasm I ever experienced and he was forced out of me by the liquid and tightening.
My body was too sensitive to continue as I took his hand and lead him from the bed. Placing a pillow under my knees, I put my mouth over him, slowly taking his full length. As I slowly, teasingly moved my mouth over him, I made sure to take him all the way in. This allowed me to focus on teasing him with my tongue simultaneously. I was holding his balls as they contracted while he twitched in my mouth.
I backed away and he placed his hand over mine. Together we stroked him and I looked up adoringly at the man who loved me. I braced myself with my free hand as the cum began to flow from him. His normally huge spurts continued longer than ever as my face and tits were entirely covered. His hand left mine as I stroked all of his cum onto me with slow, deliberate movements until they stopped and his knees buckle.
“I love you, Kenz. Don’t ever forget that.”
I licked the cum from my lips just as he went in for kiss. Steven grabbed an extra towel and led me to the shower to clean my sticky body.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wtibja/comfort_afternoon_delight_and_his_biggest_cum
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