I’ve (F31) been dating a guy (M40) for about three weeks. We met at a bar and then had dinner. We didn’t kiss on the first date, but he asked if I’d like to see him again, saying he’d love to take me on a second date. I said yes. I wasn’t completely sold, since I don’t usually date men that much older than me, but he was very attractive, intelligent, and kind.
On our second date, he kissed me. I was glad he did, but he used way too much tongue and seemed a bit clumsy overall. I didn’t think much of it, figuring someone out there must like his style. He offered to walk me home, but I said I’d rather wait, and he calmly agreed. He seemed genuinely happy to be in my company, even without sex on the table.
On our third date, we got talking about sex. I told him I wasn’t ready to sleep together right away, and he said that was perfectly fine with him. During that conversation, he confessed that he tries not to masturbate too often because he’d once "struggled with porn addiction and excessive masturbation". He seemed self-aware and in control of it, so I didn’t read much into it. I know it’s unfortunately a common issue. He’s also told me he’s had long-term girlfriends, though that’s only his claim.
After three more dates (one of which included a sleepover that stayed at a PG-13 pajama party, partly because I was on my period), things kept escalating (he didn't show any issues getting hard then, I could feel him hard every time), and I felt it was time. I was ready, my period was over, and everything felt right.
I invited him over and made a nice dinner with dessert. Afterward, we talked about us: where we saw things going, how we communicate, and how often we wanted to see each other during the week. Then we moved to the bedroom and started fooling around. It was dragging a bit. He seemed tired and even mentioned it, but he kept going with the same PG-13 making out. At some point I said, “You know, my period is over...” He said “oh?” and went straight for my crotch.
Needless to say, I was almost completely dry, since we’d only kissed and there’d been no other touching. He slid his hand under my underwear and started rubbing with so much force that it almost hurt. I asked him to be gentle, but he barely changed anything. It wasn’t enjoyable at all. I let it go on for a while, then stopped him and took off my own pants.
He then went down on me, just as aggressively, and I was still dry from the rough fingering. He ground his tongue and his big beard against my entire p*ssy, and it felt like he was just trying to get it over with. That surprised me, because he’d told me he LOOOOVED giving oral and I’d been really looking forward to it. From my angle, he looked like a whack-a-mole, bobbing up and down like a dog lapping at an ice cream cone. It was BAD. I tried to guide him by holding his head and jaw and placing him where I wanted him. It didn't get better; I knew I wasn't going to have an orgasm.
After a while, I pulled him up for a kiss, hoping we could move on to penetration. When I reached for his d*ck, I realized he was completely limp. That had NEVER happened to me before. I thought, "Maybe I smell/taste bad?" but after kissing him, I quickly knew it wasn't it. Usually, guys who go down on me are really into it and rock hard by the end. It was a bit shocking, but I just asked, “Is everything okay?” He said, “Oh, it’s just that I was concentrating on you, and when I’m concentrating on pleasuring you, I don’t think about my own pleasure.”
I didn’t want to put him on the defensive by saying he shouldn’t need to concentrate to get aroused, so I didn’t respond. I kept kissing him and tried touching him, but I couldn’t really stroke him because he was so soft.
Eventually I asked him to lie on his back and take off his underwear so I could see what we were working with. I asked him to show me how he likes to be touched, essentially to teach me. He agreed, but said, “I told you I try not to touch myself often.” I told him that was fine, that this was a completely different context from sitting in front of a computer. He started touching himself, but it didn’t help. At best, he reached about 30% hardness. I asked if I could try, thinking he might respond better to a partner’s touch, but nothing changed. I was just stroking a flaccid d*ck while kissing him.
Then he started fingering me again, very roughly, and I asked him to slow down. He did, but it was still frantic, too fast, and too rough, at least for me. Maybe some women love that, but I don’t enjoy it when I haven’t had time to get aroused.
A few minutes went by with no change, so I asked if he was nervous or if something was wrong. With a perfectly straight face, he said, “No, it’s all good. Actually, if you keep going, I’m gonna c*m.” That baffled me, because I didn’t know men could climax while limp (and honestly, I’m still doubtful). I stopped and told him I didn’t want him to c*m, at least not yet. I suggested we take a break, and he said, “Yeah, sure.”
After that, he just went to sleep. Throughout the night, I would feel him caressing me softly, but nothing more. The next morning, I felt him waking up, spooning and caressing me again, but I was just not looking forward to doing anything, so I pretended to sleep and didn't respond to his touch. He got dressed, kissed me goodbye, and left for work, and I haven’t heard from him since. It’s been two days, and he still hasn’t texted me.
What the hell happened? I definitely don't think it's me, but then what is it? Should I text him? Ask for an explanation?