This is torture.
Sloan brings up her hands to her tits, massaging them and rolling her nipples while her breath hitches, her eyes on me when mine come up to her face again.
Correction,thisis torture.
The best kind.
“Fuck, Slo. You’re making me lose my mind over here,” I whisper as I watch how she presses her thighs together, seeking the friction I can’t give her.
But I can make her give it to herself.
“Touch yourself for me.” It sounds like a command, but it is a plea.
Please, please touch yourself for me.
Sloan bites her lip when her right hand leaves her tit and slowly, way too slowly, glides down her body to the place between her thighs.
Whimpering, she starts rubbing herself. I lean my back against the shower wall, trying hard to stay there so I can enjoy the show.
I can’t do shit anyway, can I?
My eyes zero in on her middle finger circling her clit, and I can almost hear her heart beating rapidly in time.
“Show me how deep you can get your fingers inside you,” I whisper, and I watch in a trance as she leans slightly and glides one finger inside her, moaning softly, making me cuss under my breath.
But it’s not enough.
“Get another one inside. I’d use two fingers to fuck you.”
God, I’d fucking give everything to fuck her pretty pussy right now.
With my fingers.
My tongue.
My cock.
All of the above.
Fingering herself with two fingers like the good girl she is, my name leaves her on a moan. “Saylor.”
Hearing my name on her lips like that, fuck. If I still could, I would have just nutted my pants.
“You’re doing so good, but I need you to pick up the pace. Can you fuck yourself faster for me?” I ask, my voice strained.
She nods frantically, her voice barely audible, “Yes.” Her movements are hard and fast, her fingers slipping in and out of her when she shares on a breath, “I never do it myself this way. It’s like you’re touching me right now.”
I groan and let my head fall back, imagining how my fingers would slide inside her, how she would feel around them, warm, wet, and soft. How I would stroke her walls.
Fuck, I bet she’s so tight.
My eyes find hers again, watching her tremble. “I would start gentle but pick up speed until you’re gasping for breath, but I wouldn’t let you have it, kissing the shit out of you, not stopping my fingers’ pace inside you.”
She moans loudly and shudders just as I hear the door to the shower stalls open and somebody coming in.
I step up to her, making her stumble with her back against the tiled wall. My hand comes up to cover her mouth, and we’re so close that I feel her hand still moving near my crotch.
Fuck.
