Oh, thank God. “Are you going to watch?”
“That’s the best part,” she said.
He smiled, his hand wrapping around his cock. He didn’t need any help from her and stroked himself from base to tip, getting some dew that had been dribbling out and lubing up some.
He didn’t close his eyes like she had, but rather kept her in his sight.
She was watching every stroke he gave himself, her tongue coming out to lick the corner of her mouth again.
Fuck. This was torture. If he came now, it’d be like he had no control when he thought he did a damn good job of showing how much he had with her.
“What are you thinking?”
Her eyes moved from him jerking off to his face. “What?”
“It’s like you’re concentrating on something when I’m doing all the work.”
“Can I touch you?”
“I won’t say no,” he said.
Her fingertips ran along this thigh, between his legs, then out again. Not the touch he thought she’d do but was just as sensual turning the arousal dial up from a ten to a twenty.
She continued to do that, his eyes closing because everything in him was rushing to his dick and ready to take off faster than a green light at a Formula 1 Race.
He should have kept them open because her nails were on his balls lightly scratching them. He would have had some warning she was going to do it and it had his fist tugging harder and faster.
“You like it hard, don’t you?” she asked.
Her voice was just a whisper over his tip when she said it, his release following, just thinking that he might hit her in the face.
He didn’t, she’d leaned back and he’d dropped his wad all over his stomach.
Her finger came up to touch it and move it around some before she got up to get a towel from the bathroom.
He was spent.
She handed it to him and he cleaned up.
“Now you look as exhausted as I felt,” she said.
He lifted his arm for her to slide under it, the two of them cuddling on the comforter and looking at the beautiful beach and ocean in front of them.
“You’re my type,” he said. “I don’t want you to ever doubt that.”
She turned to look at him, then he kissed her forehead.
“I’ll try not to.”
Not what he wanted to hear, but there wasn’t a ton he could do about it now and he didn’t want to break the spell they were both under.
21
GO WITH THAT
“Ican’t wait to see my grandmother. Are you sure you’re okay with her staying here?” Saylor asked a month later.
Life was going more perfectly than she could have ever expected.
