Perspective Shift: Flora; Overcoming Embarrassment

I stepped aside, letting Flynn unlock our room. Like a gentleman, he gestured for me to go in first. I did, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. He gently closed the door behind us as I sat down on the edge of the bed.

“You look nervous,” he said, sitting down next to me. He rested a hand on my thigh.

“A little, yes. It didn’t hurt my first time, but that was because of that uh, Afro thingy, wasn’t it?” I asked.

“Aphrodisiac,” he said, chuckling. “Well, it’s not like I have first hand experience, but I think it’s really only the first time when it hurts, so you should be fine.”

“Well that’s good,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“So, would you prefer if we go slow?” he asked.

“That’d be nice, thanks,” I said. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. It was gentle and passionate. He said one hand down my back, caressing my thigh with the other as he planted kisses down my neck. I slipped a hand under his shirt, feeling his slightly toned body. I moaned as he cupped one of my breasts through my dress.

“How about we get these off, huh,” he said, slipping the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting it fall down my modest curves. He planted a few kisses along my breasts, teasing the nipples with his tongue, causing a tingling sensation to flow throughout my entire body.

“Aahh,” I moaned, shaking as he slid a finger down to tease my pussy. “How’d you get so good at this?”

“Years of training under the great masters of foreplay,” he joked, slipping the finger inside of me, making me moan louder.

“You’ll have to introduce me to these masters, ah, so I can thank them,” I joked back between moans. I felt myself getting near the edge, so I stopped him. He looked up at me, surprised by the abrupt interruption. “Not yet. Let me return the favor.”

He smiled, leaning back on the bed and beginning to remove his clothes. I stood and properly removed my clothes, draping them along the dresser, while Flynn tossed his into a corner. I crawled back into bed, silently admiring his body, especially the cock standing up in anticipation.

I grabbed the base of his cock and licked it all the way up to the tip. It twitched as I reached the top, and I took it as a sign I was doing something right. I slowly placed the head inside my mouth, continuing to lick the tip. I could barely contain my embarrassment as he began to moan in approval.

“Just like that, Flora,” he said, gripping the sheets. I slowly inched my way down his shaft, focusing on teasing the tip every time I came back up. After several minutes of this, he stopped me. “I think we’re both ready, yeah?”

I nodded, and crawled up next to him. He gave me one last quick kiss before getting into position. He carefully spread my legs and lined himself up with my entrance. I braved myself for pain, but to my surprise, when he entered me pain didn’t come. Instead, there was only an intense pleasure as he slowly spread me open with each inch he put inside of me.

“You alright?” He asked. I could only manage a nod, and he continued, slowly thrusting into me. I was left speechless by the pleasure each thrust sent throughout my body. While not quite as good as my first time under the effects of the aphrodisiac, it was still indescribable.

He began moaning louder as he pumped into me faster, his knuckles white from the intensity of him gripping the sheets next to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for another kiss as he fucked me. He quickly pulled away, his breathing rapid.

“I’m close, can’t hold it much longer,” he said.

“Me too,” I replied, feeling my own orgasm welling up inside me. He nodded, and continued thrusting until I could no longer take it. My orgasm flowed like water from a busted dam, and Flynn quickly pulled out, cumming on my stomach. He collapsed next to me, exhaustion overtaking him.

“We should do this more often,” he said, breathing heavily. I nodded in agreement, wiping myself clean with one of the sheets. Laying back down, I soon found myself asleep in his arms.

In the morning, I awoke to see Flynn had nearly rolled out of bed, having one arm and leg hanging off the side. I nearly laughed aloud, but caught myself, not wanting to wake him up. I got dresses quickly and quietly, deciding to give him some much deserved rest, and headed out to go care for Hershel.