“There it is,” I rasp, brushing my thumb over her cheek, “Look how pretty you are when you blush for me.”
“Kiss me,” She pleads.
“You don’t need to ask with me,” I cup her face, thumb moving from her cheek to her bottom lip, pressing down onto the plump flesh, “You don’t need to beg. Take, Ness. Take what you need.”
Her lips land on mine, arms tightening around me and her tongue plunges into my mouth. I meet her fervor, clutching afistful of hair so I can manipulate her into a position that allows me in deeper.
I’m rock fucking hard and she’s grinding herself all over me, warmth pressing in through the material of my pants, working me up so damn high, I’m actually concerned I’m about to blow in my pants.
She breaks away for air, her thighs spread over my lap, dress bunched up high. I allow my hands to feel up her thighs, watching her flesh yield under my firm grip. “You’re so damn perfect.”
“Show me.” She whispers.
“That’s what you want?”
“Yes,” Vanessa’s eyes drop to the bulge at the front of my pants, and she moves back, landing on her knees to give me space. “Show me.”
“The sweetest trouble,” I growl, getting to my knees to unbutton my pants, tugging them down. “You sure you want to do this?”
She nods eagerly.
I release my cock, grasping it in my fist, almost buckling with the first pump of my hand as it zips pleasure down my spine.
Groaning, I jerk my hand up and down my shaft, eyes watching her as she watches me.
She presses her thighs together, that blush still staining her cheeks as her fingers twitch as if she wants to help herself.
God, I want her to.
“Don’t suffer, trouble,” I groan out, “Touch yourself.”
Her eyes bounce to me.
“You don’t have to show.” I struggle with the words as the pleasure of what I’m doing and her watching, strangles me, “Slip your hand up your dress.” I instruct, eyes zoning in on her hand as she runs it up her thigh, beneath the dress. “Push your panties to the side.” She sucks in a breath as her legs part, the dress dropping down between her thighs, keeping her covered, “And fuck yourself while you watch me.”
The sweetest gasp leaves her mouth and I watch the material of her dress move as she moves her hand beneath it.
“Are you wet, Ness?”
“Yes, Kolt.”
“Are you imagining it’s my cock sinking in deep and not your finger?”
She nods.
“You’d take me so well, wouldn’t you?” I pump my dick, swiping my thumb over the crown to smear the precum over it, “Stretched open and spread wide, you’d look so pretty with me buried inside of you.”
A breath whooshes from her parted lips and her hips roll, riding the hand she has under her dress. Her lashes flutter as her eyes close.
“Look at you, pretty girl,” I rasp, fucking my hand faster, harder, “Does it feel good, baby?”
“Yes,” She moans her eyes opening a small amount to look at me. “I want to see you come.”
“I’m close,” I admit.
“Me too,” she whispers.
I was damn desperate to see it, to feel it, to taste it, imagining it is enough to tip me over the edge. I groan as I spill onto my hand,dripping onto the gritty floor, and she whimpers, watching my hand draw out every ounce of my pleasure.
