“Only every night, morning, and probably every second shower since I met you.” I can’t be cool. I don’t even try. I want Gracie, and the sight of her baring herself to me fills me with an urgency I can’t wait to release. I want to taste the coppery peaks, suck those hard buds deep into my mouth and nibble them until she cries out my name.
She’s smiling as she lowers her chin to watch herself as she twists the erect tips between her fingers.
“Do you like that?” I pant. “Tell me what makes you wet.”
“You,” she says. “Imagining you doing this to me.”
“More,” I say. “Tell me everything. Show me everything.”
She cups the fullness of her breasts together and squeezes them. “Can you imagine yourself here?” she asks. She holds her tits tightly together with one hand, then licks her index finger and slides it down the line of her cleavage until it disappears.
Holy fuck. To slide myself between those tits, slippery from oil or lube or my come… I lower a hand to my cock and pant. “Fuck yes. Right there. Show me,” I demand.
She nods and twists a little, giving me a perfect sideways view of her breasts. They are full, more than a handful in size, and they bounce when she opens a bedside drawer. She pulls out a black satin bag and a small bottle of lube.
She looks into the camera with heat glazing over her expression. She licks her lips and pulls open the drawstrings on the bag. “Do you want this?” she asks. “Do you want to see what I want you to do to me?”
I nod, speechless.
She pulls out a sleek black dildo that looks space-age in its design. The body of the thing isn’t shaped like a realistic cock, but it has a handle, which I assume gives it a good grip for her to use on herself. I jam a hand down the front of my sweats and watch.
The cap on the bottle of lube makes a little clicking noise as she opens it and dribbles a generous amount over the shaft of the dildo.
I groan and stroke myself in time with the long, sensual strokes she uses to work the lube over the toy. When it’s slippery, she leans back against her pillows and then licks just the tip of the toy with her tongue.
My eyes want to close. I want to smash my head back against the bed and jerk myself until I release, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her.
She uses her left hand to cup the underside of her breasts together, creating the perfect valley to thrust into. Holding the dildo in her right hand, she slides it between her tits, slowly moving the toy back and forth.
My hips jerk reflexively. The blood races through my limbs, and I swear to fuck, if I didn’t have two kids asleep in bed right now—two kids whose safety I value above my own life—I’d be in the car on my way to her now. I’d throw her against the bed and grab the toy from her hands and take its place.
“Faster,” I coax, gripping my painfully hard erection.
She does, moaning lightly as the toy slips from between her slick breasts. She thrusts faster, making her tits move as the toy disappears between the perfect flesh. She pauses and pulls the dildo out and rubs the wet tip against her nipples. Her eyes flutter closed, and I can tell by the flush that climbs across her chest that she’s aroused.
I have lube of my own, but it’s hidden out of kid-reaching heights in an upper cabinet in my bathroom. I normally have time to prepare to use it, but now I need it and I am not about to leave the show to get it. I do, however, keep hand lotion at the bedside as a backup. I reach for a pump of it and fill my palm.
“What are you doing out of my view?” she purrs. “Show me?”
I hesitate for only a second. I’m a teacher and a dad, and showing my cock on camera to anyone—even someone I trust as much as I trust Gracie—makes me a little nervous. She picks up on my hesitation and smiles.
“It’s okay. You can just tell me. Feel like taking off your shirt so I’m not the only one topless?”
I nod. “I just squirted in my hand,” I tell her. “Lotion, that is.”
“Tell me more,” she urges.
I stick my hand down the front of my sweats and wipe the lotion across my shaft. Then, with nearly dry hands, I pull my T-shirt over my head.
“I knew it.” Her words are low and throaty. A velvet purr and an enticing sigh all at once. “You’re a fucking hottie, Ryder Cooper.”
I twist my lips into a half smile, but I get right back to touching myself. “You’re explosive, Gracie Bianchi. I want to watch you make yourself come. Above the waist is fine, but I want to see your face.”
She nods. “Yeah?” Then she takes the toy from between her breasts and bends her legs so her knees are in the view of the camera. Her tits are exposed, and I can only imagine what is happening between those legs. She operates the dildo with one arm, and I watch her tattoos move as she works the toy with one hand and lifts and teases her nipple with the other.
Her lips part, but she manages to keep her eyes open, watching me as I thrust my lotioned-up cock into my fist. I try to keep pace with her. I don’t want to miss a thing, but my dick is demanding attention. I grip myself but fight the need to tug faster, harder, until her breathing turns from panting to an all-out gasp.
“Ryder.” She grits out my name and then closes her eyes, slams her head back against the pillows, and spreads her knees even wider. She shudders silently, her tits bouncing lightly with the tremors that rock her body. I can’t stop myself from coming, and with a few fast, furious jerks, I spill my whole load right into my palm.
