With her wand in her hand, she pointed at me. “No. I want to see you fully naked.”
“Good girl,” I praised her as I stood up long enough to shimmy out of my underwear. “My turn.”
She nodded.
“Lie on your back again but angle your body so I can see your pretty pink pussy.”
“God, I love alliteration,” she said, and I chuckled as she shifted her body so her legs were almost dangling off the side of the bed.
“You’re such a teacher,” I joked, and she peeked over at me.
“Tell me what you want to see, Austin.”
I groaned and fisted my cock. “I could fall apart and come in my pants just by looking at you spread out, honey.”
“Touch yourself, Austin. I want to see you stroke yourself.”
My head fell back, a low hiss of satisfaction escaping my lips. I imagined Charlie’s hands wrapped tight around my shaft, stroking me with deliberate, teasing pressure. My hand moved faster, chasing that fantasy, picturing the wet heat of her mouth sucking, her tongue swirling around the tip.
My eyes were hooded and dark with desire as I managed to slow my strokes. “Charlie,” I grunted. “I need you to turn on your vibrator.”
The low hum of the vibrator filled the room. “Bring it right down onto your clit.”
She spread her legs wider, revealing her glistening cunt.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Char.”
The wand met her clit, and she let out a soft, breathy moan, her hips shifting slightly. “I’m thinking about last night.”
“What about last night?” I languidly stroked down my shift, squeezing slightly as I came up.
“I’m-I’m thinking about the way your mouth was pressed against my clit. I can’t stop imagining the way your finger curled inside me, hitting my sensitive spots.” Her hand started to move as she worked the vibrator around her pussy.
“Good. Bring your free hand down and open yourself up so I can see you leaking.”
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I kept the wand pressed to my clit as I reached down with my other hand, spreading myself open and dipping a finger in so he could see just how soaked I was.
“Lift your finger up.”
I shifted, the wand never leaving me this time, and brought my finger toward his mouth.
He caught it with his lips, tongue curling around me before sucking it clean.
“Mmm,” I moaned, heat spiking through me at the sight of him tasting me.
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Sweet as I remember, Mrs. Honey.”
That made my hips buck into the wand, the pleasure winding tighter with every pulse.
“Your turn,” I murmured. “Adjust your grip. Wrap your hand around your thick cock, squeeze it tight, and pump yourself dry for me.”
His jaw clenched, a deep growl escaping his throat as he did exactly what I told him. His hand slid down his shaft, slow and deliberate at first, his eyes never leaving mine. Every stroke wasmore intense as his cock swelled in his grasp, glistening in the dim light.
“Milk yourself dry. Squeeze harder. Show me how badly you want it.”
