“Hey… hey…” you coo’d gently, “it’s ok! I’m surprised that they’ve put this much detail into RFO, though, like… they’ve actually made the anatomy…”
“O/N…” Butterfli3 mumbled embarrassedly into the crook of your neck where you had held onto him when he had tried to roll you off, “I’m so sorry I can’t control…these feelings I have…towards you….”
“I’m not asking you to control your feelings. I …I love you, Butterfli3. I want you to feel comfortable with me. With all of me…” you added.
He clutched you tighter and refused to pull his head from your neck so you kissed the tip of his ear instead.
“We’ve been together for how long now?” you asked him softly, “I’d like to take our relationship a little further… not like…all the way… but I want to make you feel good…”
You could feel his heart thumping in his chest as your bodies stayed close together and he remained silent for the longest time. Seeing as he hadn’t said anything more, you took his silence as a sign of his discomfort and decided you had said too much.
With a heavy sigh, you pulled back from him.
“I’m sorry, my love. I said too much. Please forgive me. You’re not ready…I get it, I’m happy to wait until you’re more comfortable…”
“Wait,” he said softly, his head down, “that’s not it…I..I really want to do things with you. I just don’t know what I’m doing…I’ve never had a girlfriend or WIFE before!”
“That’s the best part about this…we’re in this together and I’m just as new at this as you are,” you said reassuringly.
He looked up into your eyes, a calm washing over his features. “Y-you’re sure?”
“Positive! And we can stop whenever you like,” you added, giving him the power to put the breaks on when he felt like things were going to far or fast.
“Same goes for me too. Just tell me if you’re getting uncomfortable and I’ll stop immediately!”
“Ha! Zero chance of that happening my boy,” you said playfully as you pushed him onto his back and pulled the covers back to straddle him.
He tried to cover his blushing face with his hands but you took them off his eyes and placed them on your waist instead.
“You can look at me, Butterfli3. I want you to look at me and enjoy touching me everywhere.
His blush deepened but he allowed his hands and fingers to gently trace your sides and you let out a little breathy moan as your eyelids fluttered closed slightly.
“That feels really nice,” you whispered to him to encourage his movements.
Poor Butterfli3 was stuck between wanting to run and wanting to take things further. His eyes roamed your semi naked form as his fingers traced you as modestly as possible, desperately trying to keep his mind from wandering into that delicious gutter of impure thoughts but the fact that you were letting out little moans of satisfaction was NOT helping the riot that was going on in his mind.
Slowly you inched backwards, waiting to connect with that rather large bulge you had felt beforehand and soon you found it, smirking slightly as you lifted yourself over it and sat down again gently.
Butterfli3’s fingers dug a little into your soft flesh as you slid back and forth along his clothed member. This was a sensation he had not experienced before and his willpower was slipping.
He had determined to be the gentleman and stay as strong as possible but with you grinding on him like that… well… a more animalistic side was starting to spring forth.
More boldly now, he took his hands from your sides and placed them on the bed to prop himself up.
Spurred by the extra adrenaline in his system he dragged himself and you atop him, backwards up the bed until he could lean his back against the headboard and you repositioned yourself and draped your arms over his shoulders as he caressed your sides again.
“You know you can do more than that,” you said with a sly smirk. “Why don’t you take those hands a little…lower…”
Butterfli3 obeyed and traced his fingers down your stomach, running the tips of his fingers along the rim of your panties.
“Ohhhh? Bold?” you giggled.
“S-Sorry, I’ll stop…” Butterfli3 stuttered in reply.
“No! Don’t stop! I want you to touch me there…”
He gently picked you off his lap and motioned for you to lay down next to him, his fingers again tracing along your belly and down one leg then the other.
“Oh, wow, this feels so good!” You thought as you watched him bend his head down and kiss your stomach. “I can feel the heat from his hands, I can feel his lips, heck, I even feel turned on!?”
He brushed his fingers lightly over the fabric of your panties and suddenly a notification popped up in front of you both.[DO YOU GIVE CONSENT FOR THIS TYPE OF TOUCH?!] [YES] [NO]
“Man they’re serious about this!” you said with surprise as you clicked [YES]. “Guess it’s a good thing, though. Don’t want rape happening in an full dive system!”
Butterfli3 was far more preoccupied with the fact that he had just touched your panties and was heavy breathing like a madman.
“Baby,” you laughed. “Calm down, its ok.”
“S-Sorry, O/N, I’m really sorry! I’m just really…”
“I know, baby, I know. I really like this too, by the way, it feels super good!”
Butterfli3 gave you a little smile then ran his fingers across your panties again.
“Mmmmm,” you hummed as you arched into his touch.
He toyed with you a little more then asked if he could slip his fingers under the fabric to feel what it was like underneath and you gave him a resounding yes so he slipped his hand down the front.
You weren’t excepting to feel so much from just this touch but your core ignited and you gripped your hands into the bedsheets as his fingers rubbed and dipped in between your folds.
“God, that feels good!” you moaned as you spread your legs a little for him to get in a little deeper.
He still hadn’t wanted to take your panties off yet so you just let him take things at his own pace.
As his fingers played with your clit you reached over and palmed his bulge through his boxers.
“O-Oh,” he groaned, “t-that feels….I can feel you actually touching me…”
“I know! How strange is it, right?” you replied, breathily, “I wasn’t expecting to feel much to be honest.”
He continued to rub you, getting a little faster as your moaning increased and you slipped your hand inside his boxers (Butterfli3 had to quickly click the consent box again when it popped up as your hand entered his boxers) and you stroked the length of him while he lay propped up on his side beside you.
He bent his head down to yours and your lips locked together as your hands worked on each other- little huffs and mewls of satisfaction escaping your throats as you both felt your bodies quickly reaching a climax.
“Don’t stop,” you panted as you pulled back from the kiss, “I think I’m about to…”
“S-same,” he groaned through gritted teeth, bucking his hips against your palm slightly.
“Ahh…Butterfli3, I’m…Oh god, yes,” you cried out, your head snapping back against the pillow and your body arched into his hand as he continued to rub his fingers firmly against your clit.
The orgasmic sensation ripped through your core and you grabbed his arm and ground into him as you came.
As you came down for the pinnacle, you continued to pump him and you looked at him as he removed his hand from your panties and used it to brace against the bed.
“W-Wait, O/N…I don’t have anything to cle—ahhh,” he wailed, body releasing as his breathing came in short sharp gasps.
You slowed the rhythm of your hand as he his body came down from his high and then paused.
“Did…did you…?” you asked quizzically when he was able to talk again.
“I…I think I did, but…” He pulled the top of his boxer shorts open and looked in. “There’s no…uh…”
“Oh really??” you asked curiously.
“Yeah! Maybe I didn’t??”
Poor Butterfli3 was rightly confused by the whole experience.