She squeals.
“Try me, Jules. That pussy pulses, and I will refuse to see you for a week.”
She laughs. “Okay. I’ll be a good girl and follow the rules.”
Her motions slow, but I notice how her mouth falls open and her breathing grows more ragged.
“How does that feel?”
“So damn good, but I wish it were you.”
“You’re so beautiful,” I say, my cock twitching at the sight. “Now, taste yourself, sweetheart. Describe it to me.”
Her cheeks flush crimson, but she does it, sliding her fingers between her lips. Her eyes lock on mine. I can hear the soft suck of her mouth, the way her tongue swirls around her fingers. Her red lips glisten with saliva.
“Good girl,” I mutter. “Now bring those wet fingers back to your swollen little clit. Say hello.”
“I want you to do this with me,” she says between pants.
My hand slips under the waistband of my boxers to grip my cock. It’s hot and heavy in my palm, pre-cum already beading at the tip.
I turn the screen around to show her. “Look what you do to me, Julie.”
I rub my thumb across the tip, showing her what she desperately wants to see.
“Proof that you’re under my skin.”
“It’s mutual.” She bites her lip, circling her clit with teasing strokes. “After you left, I was thinking about how badly I want your cock inside me. How, tonight, I wanted you to fuck me so hard that I wouldn’t be able to walk at work tomorrow. I fantasize about you.”
I stroke myself, my eyes locked on her. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to pin me down on the mattress.” She moans, her fingers slipping inside herself, moving in time with my hand, just how I taught her.
She continues, “I want you to … spread my legs … and bury your face in my pussy until … I’m screaming. Then I want you to flip me over and take me from behind, spanking my ass until it’s red and raw.”
“You think you can handle that?” I offer, my hips thrusting into my fist.
“Yes.”
She’s writhing now, her fingers moving faster, her pussy so wet that I can hear the sound. “Shit, I’m so, so close …”
“Pull away,” I tell her. “No coming until I say.”
She does slowly, carefully, like she’s afraid I’ll vanish if she doesn’t. “I’m throbbing for you.”
“Show me,” I demand, and she does.
“I need you.” Her breasts rise and fall.
I’m still stroking myself, my balls tightening. “Back to your clit, babe.”
She returns her hand, doing slow circles as desperate pants escape her. I can tell the orgasm is building because her entire body tenses.
“Are you close?” I ask.
“Are you?”
“Yes,” I admit. “Can you come for me on the count of three?”
