He uses his other hand to hook his thumb into his waistband and inches his sweatpants down a couple of inches. He stops, teasing me with a small smirk on his face.
“Don’t I get to see you too?” he asks.
“I thought we were doing what I wanted,” I tease back.
“Baby, I’ll give you what you want. I just want to see you. All of you. You don’t have to do anything.”
I lean forward, placing my glass of wine down on the coffee table, then prop up my phone against my coasters. As soon as I scoot back on my couch, I realize just how comfortable I am with him.
I wouldn’t do this with a man I had only slept with once. I may be outspoken and brave, but I still have to work up to trust my partner. But despite all that’s happened between us, I trust him.
“This is all you get right now,” I reply as I settle into the cushions.
Instead of looking disappointed, he appears mesmerized, like this is all he needed in the first place.
He pushes his sweatpants all the way down to his thighs, and his thick cock bounces free. I nearly lose my breath as I watch his hand wrap around his dick and give it one slow, long tug.
Holy. Shit. This is better than any porn I have ever seen.
The veins in his hand pop as he grips himself tighter and runs along his length. When he gets to the tip, he rubs a thumb along the top, which glistens with his pre-cum.
“Tell me you like this. Tell me you want more,” he demands.
I swallow, trying to remember words and how to use them. I nod my head.
“Talk to me, baby,” his deep voice continues. “Tell me.”
Heat courses through my body, begging for some kind of relief. My own hand itches to slide into my pajamas.
“I want more,” I reply.
“Good girl,” he replies.
He goes back to stroking himself. I watch with a steady, quiet gaze, taking in every muscle and vein with reverence. His jaw tightens while he looks down at himself, dick hard as a rock in his hand.
“I wish I were there,” I choke out, not able to hold back just how desperate I am to be with him.
His pleading eyes are too irresistible for me not to give him what I know he wants.
“Would you wrap those soft lips around my cock and take me all the way to the back of your throat again? I fucking love watching you gag on me.”
There he goes again with those dirty words that have a direct line to my pussy. I feel myself clench with desire.
Instead of answering, I shift onto my back and lift my shirt over my head and toss it to the side, my shorts and panties joining it next.
His deep groan tells me he likes what he sees. I match his position, on my side with a hand supporting my head.
“Tell me …” I look back at him as he glides his hand along his shaft, a little slower this time. “What do you want me to do?”
“Fill your hand with your breast, baby. Play with it for me.”
I obey his command, loving the feeling of him watching me while I do. I pinch my nipple, which travels straight to my core, and a soft whimper falls from my lips.
“Fuck yeah. If I were there, I’d bite down on that perfect pink nipple with my teeth. Just enough to cause you pain, and then I’d soothe it with my tongue. Would you like that, Jessie?”
“Yes,” I breathe as I move back to massage my breast.
“Tell me what else you’d want me to do.”
