He stood abruptly and instantly whipped his shirt over his head. Those muscles, those abs, and whatever the fuck those lines leading down to the waistband of his jeans were called—I wanted to lick them all. I wanted to taste every inch of his tan skin.
“That fucking look, that hunger in your eyes, is gonna be my ending.”
I kept looking, devouring him with my gaze. He groaned and walked over to kiss me hungrily. His hand ran over my skin, kneading a breast while I gave the other attention just as he was. Together, we were making my body work overtime from the doubled sensations.
“Touch your clit, Mia,” he groaned into my mouth.
I did as he’d said, but I wasn’t feeling the over-the-panties touch. I wanted the real thing. Feeling brave, I dipped my hand beneath them and began touching my soaked sex. My back bowed at the first touch, and his growl spurred my fingers to move against me faster. I imagined my fingers were his, inserting one finger and then rubbing my clit in circular motions before moving back inside my channel.
“You’re gonna make yourself come, Mia, and I’m gonna watch you own that sweet pussy of yours while I fuck my cock.”
I was too far gone to care, and while I wanted that cock of his inside me, bringing me to release, I was more intrigued by the idea of watching him jack off to me screwing myself.
He stood, giving me a complete view as he unzipped his jeans, pushing them down enough that his cock popped out, locked and loaded. A tan hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing a bead of pre-cum around the broad head of his considerable length.
The more he moved his hand around himself, the more I found my fingers matching his pace. I watched his abdomen tense with every stroke. Then, my eyes met his. His gaze was observing me writhe on the table, my one hand pinching my nipple and the other fucking my pussy in sync with his own personal fucking.
“Now, this is the hottest fucking sight I’ve ever seen.” His voice was strained.
A wave of pleasure shot up my body, my toes curling from hearing him speak.
“You keep moving like that, and I swear, you’re gonna make me come. You’re owning that pussy, showing me what you like. Oh fuck. Yes, pull those panties over and let me see you part your sex. Show me how turned on you are right now. You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”
I did. I wouldn’t lie. I enjoyed him watching me touch myself. I wanted to make him lose his mind and actually see me as I rubbed my finger over my clit and pushed two fingers inside myself, curling them into the spot that felt the best. I wanted him to lose control over himself, and this was working. I felt hot, and I felt like a sex goddess because I was bringing this attractive man to his knees. He was fucking himself to the sight of me. I was no porn star, but I writhed and watched his hand pick up speed, rubbing himself faster and more precisely.
The sight along with my own fingers were too much to bear. My whole body tensed, and stars flashed before my eyes. The heavy lids begging me to close them and surrender to the euphoria that was beginning to wreck my body.
“Oh fuck, Mia. Fuck!”
I fought against closing my eyes as I rode the waves of my orgasm to watch his whole body flex and jerk as he shot cum into his hand. Every muscle in his body was tight. His face was slack, and those perfect lips were parted, his groans mixing with my whimpers.
His body shivered, and then he moved to the sink to clean his hands and wet a paper towel for me.
I stayed melted to the table and cleaned myself up. Not wanting to move from where I lay as a heap of bliss after the best orgasm I’d ever had.
