I curl my fingers, fighting not to grunt when her pussy clenches.
She’s so wet for me that my cock grows hard against her ass, her breathless gasp making me desperate to rock into her. To elicit more of her glorious sounds. But I’m moving too fast, too soon.
Slowing my moves, I open my mouth to apologize when she reaches between us, her light grip curling around the bulge in my briefs.
And fuck me…
I thrust forward as I stifle a groan, my cock nudging the perfect curve of her ass, making her whimper softly.
Precum soaks my briefs as Blair rolls her thumb over my tip, working me torturously slowly as I continue my thrusts, my fingers in sync with her moves.
She twists her head to face me again, and I finally release a groan, the intensity of her gaze eliciting the sound, the way her lust-filled eyes bore into mine. Unable to resist her gleaming pout, I lean forward and kiss the edge of her mouth, capturing her lip between my teeth as I slip another finger inside her.
“Oh, God,” Blair mewls, breaking our kiss as she speaks, her voice so soft, it doesn’t break through whatever trance she’s under. And thank fucking God. I don’t think I could stop this train if my life depended on it.
I’ll be lucky if I can stop after giving her only one orgasm. What I wouldn’t give to run my throbbing cock through her soaked slit, to feel her pussy coating my tip.
But not today. Today is about this moment. About finally coming together again.
We continue our slow rhythm for a while, our ragged breaths filling the air, until something shifts between us. I couldn’t tell you what changed, but as if a button was pushed, the intensity kicks up a notch, and Blair rides my fingers, her hips rocking asI grind hard against her hand, the cotton of my briefs creating a friction I don’t need right now. Unless I want to come like a teenager.
I grunt as I try to hold back but can’t stop my hips from thrusting as Blair jolts back against me.
If anyone walked in right now, I’m certain they’d think I was fucking her from behind, the way we’re moving in sync, breathless and hot.
I’d never usually settle for a hand job, but it’s different with Blair. Everything’s always been different with Blair, and she knows exactly what I need to make me come… The speed, the tightness. She’s so good I can almost imagine it’s her soaked pussy strangling my length instead of her delicate fingers. Only I’ve never been inside her to know that for sure.
And that’s a goddamn tragedy on its own.
Blair changes her grip, and the heel of her palm nudges my piercing, making my balls tighten.
She inhales sharply and I smile, knowing she felt it too.
She doesn’t comment, but her fingers explore, and before I can ask her what she’s doing, she twists in my arms, making me remove my fingers as she brings her body flush with mine.
Her eyes widen with intrigue and my heart slams in my chest, awed by having her in my arms.
“Can I try something?” she whispers, and I just about come from the desperate sound of her voice.
“Fuuck. Anything.”
I try to touch her again but she shakes her head, and I almost pout until she lowers my briefs, letting my cock spring free between us. She hesitates a beat before curling her fingers around my girth, rubbing her palm against my piercing.
“Jesus Christ,” my voice strains as I fight not to blow my load.
“You weren’t lying.”
“I wasn’t. Fuck, that feels good. I need to touch you again.”I am not opposed to begging.
Blair nods and I sigh in relief, shifting my focus back to her pleasure, pressing my fingers inside her as she experiments with my dick.
She sucks me in, her pussy so wet that I easily slide two fingers back inside her, pumping them in and out, my muscles tight with restraint.
I start slowly, but when her breathing picks up, I curl my fingers against her wall, hitting her G spot at the same time I roll my thumb over her clit.
“Oh, God. Zane.”
Blair squeezes my length as she comes hard, whispering my name, her body jolting, her arousal soaking my hand.
