He got mad when I told him it was “cool” I didn’t climax [FM]

This story always makes me smile.

It’s sad how rare it is to find a straight dude who appreciates that sex doesn’t end when he ejaculates. Non-PIV sex is highly underrated to the point that when I’m with a straight dude I subconsciously expect to have to “teach him” this sacred truth.

This was not the case with a certain boyfriend I had. When we first started fucking he would always make sure I got off before he was inside of me, and really liked that I could come multiple times. It was almost a game for him to see how many ways he could stimulate me.

*He was certainly not the first dude to do that, but it’s a nice green flag I look for in a relationship.*

This dude would just randomly eat me out when he was bored and was suspiciously good at fingering. He also really loved my breasts. Once after sex I told him he could play with them for as long as he wanted and we actually both laughed for twenty minutes as we squeezed my boobs and “made them dance.”

*Sometimes I like seeing breasts through the eyes of my male partners. They just get so damn excited like it’s Christmas morning.*

Anyway, I got a raise one week and we went to a very romantic dinner and pulled out all the stops. We cleared four courses and two bottles of wine. As dinner progressed we got a little flirty and started talking about our sex life.

“I love the way you sound when you come,” he whispered. “It’s one of my favorite parts about fucking you.”

“I love the way you get hard so easily. It’s like I look at you a certain way and you’re ready to go.”

“That’s a slight exaggeration.”

I laughed as I stuck my hand under the table and felt him get hard at my touch. “Is it?”

He leaned back and ran his hand over his face. “You’re going to kill me, V. You’re being cruel.”

“This isn’t cruel. Cruel would be if I told you I got myself off earlier to the thought of you spanking me and want to ride you with your cum on my face.”

“Let’s get the check. Then let’s get a cab.”

“We’re six blocks away. We can walk.”

“This is an urgent matter,” he insisted.

We didn’t walk. We got a can and made out the entire time. He put his hand as close to my chest as possible without actually feeling me up. We ran inside our apartment building and I pinned him against the wall the moment we were in the elevator. He flipped me around and pulled one of my legs around him as his mouth found mine. I started giving him a handjob over his jeans and he pulled back and groaned.

“You have to stop doing that,” he pleaded.

“But it’s so much fun to watch your face.”

The moment the elevator doors dinged open, we practically ran to our apartment. When we got inside I pushed him against the wall and started pulling his pants down as I got on my knees. When I took him in my mouth he gasped.

“Fuck, Viola! Stop!”

“Why?” I asked from the floor.

“I just really want to fuck you.”

“Don’t be silly,” I laughed, “we can do both. Come in my mouth.”

“We fucked before dinner! I cannot do both.”

I laughed but let him grab my hand and lead me to our bed. We tore our clothes off and I practically jumped on him. I straddled him and started sucking on his fingers one by one.

He tried to flip me over, but I stopped him when he started kissing down my body.

“I really need you inside of me.”

“I really need to go down on you,” he started saying but I grabbed his dick and started stroking him slowly. I watched him shudder as his eyes rolled in the back of his head. “V…” he whispered.

I put my mouth to his ear. “Please, please fuck me now.”

He positioned himself quickly and then slammed into me so hard I cried out and scratched at his back. He lost himself and rocked into me so hard I lost my breath.

“Fuck you feel so good,” I moaned. “Sometimes I spend hours just thinking about how good your dick feels inside of me. I want you everywhere. You can punish me for wanting it so badly.”

“V… Please stop talking dirty,” he pleaded. “I can’t handle it.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s hot and I…” He groaned once and came as his body convulsed. He rolled out of me and we started laughing. “Holy shit, I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” I smiled as I started looking for my clothes.

“For coming so fast.”

“Yeah we usually don’t have that problem. It’s cool though.”

“It’s cool?”

“Yeah, I don’t have to orgasm every time we have sex to enjoy it. It’s cool, dude. Let’s grab a snack.”

“What the hell?” He laughed as he pulled me back in bed and wrapped his arms around me so that my back was pinned to his chest. “You can’t leave like that.”

“I’m telling you it’s cool.”

“Say it’s cool one more time and I swear to god I’ll edge you.”

“What exactly do you propose then?” I giggled.

Then he bit my ear and put a hand to my breast. He squeezed it hard and I groaned. “What was that about you being ‘cool’?” He whispered as he pulled my hair back so I was looking at him. As he kissed me one hand shot between my legs and the other pinched my nipple. “Are you still *cool,* V?”

I gasped as his thumb circled my clit and tried to sputter something that didn’t come out quite as English.

“Say what you want,” he said as he bit my ear again to hold me in place.

“Keep going.”

“Mmmmmhmmmmm,” he moaned as he continued to circle my clit and then dipped two fingers inside of me.

“Fuck!” I cried when he flicked my nipple and went back to squeezing my breast. My body started moving in rhythm with his hand and he moved from my ear to kissing and licking my neck.

“I like you trapped in this position because I’m about to feel your entire body come.”

I started shaking as I threw an arm around his neck and pulled me toward him. “I’m close.”

“Are you still *cool,* V? Tell me you want it.”

“I want it and I’m sorry I ever doubted you,” I moaned as I felt pleasure building deep in my stomach. His hands felt like they were everywhere and I was getting overstimulated. My head started spinning just as he blew into my ear, and that sent me spinning. I was shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck!” I cried as I crashed over the edge. He kept circling his fingers through my orgasm and then finally released me. I fell back and couldn’t move. “It terrifies me, the way you’re able to do that.”

“What?”

“Read my body. I’ll never say I’m ‘cool’ again.”

“Good,” he laughed as he slapped my ass. “Now let’s grab that snack.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11qv0z0/he_got_mad_when_i_told_him_it_was_cool_i_didnt