Evan’s hand slides down inside the material slung low on his waist, and his hand bobs up and down as he toys with himself, jaw clenching and unclenching.
I watch him, utterly mesmerised, wishing I could see all of him.
“Are you sure you can handle seeing how wet I get for you to then watch me leave at the end of the summer?”
He kisses me now, needy and commanding, cupping my cheek and neck with one hand. “No, I can’t handle that, Flo, but right now, I don’t give a shit.” Our teeth clash,crazed and driven by the fact that we bothneedthis right now. Not from just anyone, but each other.
Evan doesn’t fail to give my tits attention, massaging them before slowly rolling his fingers over my nipples, letting the fabric of my cami top act as a thin barrier so that what we’re doing doesn’t feel as detrimental. I want him to pull it down, to take my tits into his mouth and suck on them until they’re red raw, but I let him lead this.
His hand is still under his towel, stroking slowly. Too slowly. And I release a groan of frustration as I watch him stop and start again and again. “This is killing me.”
“Do you want me to go faster, Flo?”
“Yes, rub your cock faster.”
“Say please.” Evan’s hot breath fans across my neck before he rests his forehead against mine.
“Please,” I moan.
As he quickens his pace, I clamber onto the counter and back up against the mirror, spreading my legs and resting the heels of my feet on the edge. The tiny sleep shorts I’m wearing leave little to the imagination, but the frenzied look in Evan’s eyes shows me he’s frustrated that the piece of fabric is blocking his view.
“Only fair,” I tell him with a shrug.
I dip my fingers into the shorts and swirl my fingers around my clit, spreading my wetness. The sound echoes throughout the bathroom, being the only thing I can hear, along with our short, curt breaths.
“Are you going to pleasure yourself?”
“Uh-huh.” I try to keep my eyes hard, but they melt as soon as I slide my fingers into myself, and my lips form into an ‘O’ shape. My vision latches onto Evan’s movements under his towel, and thoughts of his large hand gripping his even larger dick make my core tense up.
“Do you like that, trouble?” Evan’s hands continue to move at a pace as he pumps his cock, and I clamp my teeth down on my lip to stop myself from begging him to drop the towel, rip my shorts away and sink into me. “Watching me fuck my fist under this towel? All for you?”
I go slow, core clenching around my fingers. Evan’s eyes drop down to himself for a few seconds, eyebrows collapsing before dragging them back up to me, honing in on where my soaking wet pussy would be.
“Fuck, Evan,” I murmur, pleasure rocketing through me. I begin to rock my hips with each thrust of my fingers, my tits bouncing with the movement.
“You have no idea how badly I want to replace your fingers with mine. To feel how wet you are for me.”
“Do it.” My body twinges at the thought, and even though for a second Evan’s jaw works as if he’s about to do just that, he grips the counter instead, knuckles turning white, holding himself back.
“Follow my rhythm, trouble, nice and slow. That’s it. Follow me.”
I do as I’m told, pumping into myself at the exact same time he draws his hand to the head of his penis and twists, but I wriggle when he slows himself down to the point he’salmost stopped. He’s smirking, enjoying teasing me. “Shit, Evan, go faster.”
He cocks a brow, hand frozen.
“Please,” I murmur, and he immediately speeds up, but says, “I’m trying to make this last, Flo. It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve seen a woman like this.”
I dip my chin. With a low huff, Evan locks his lips with mine again, his tongue exploring my mouth. The hand not pumping his cock finds its way to the back of my head, tangling in my hair.
“Fuck. Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me for the past month? You’re absolute torture.”
My thumb flicks over my clit. “That’s just how I like it.”
“Of course you do. Add another finger for me, baby.”
My spare hand grips Evan’s thick shoulder as I adhere to his request, my fingers stretching my pussy, and even though Evan can’t see anything, he looks anyway, eyes hazy.
“Fuck, Evan,” I sigh as I race towards my peak, fingers pumping faster.
