Yearning.
His large hand circles the head and then strokes down his length, making me so fucking jealous it’s not my hand, or mouth for that matter, doing the work.
I settle in for the show, so grateful I at least get to watch him when he says in a gruff voice, “Turn around.”
Surprised, I ask, “What? But I won’t be able to see—”
“Isaidturn around,” he says in a dark tone.
Not sure where he’s going with this, I lower my head and say, “Yes, my king,” before turning around, offering him my back.
“Remove the robe,” he says next.
I let the robe slide down my body until it pools on the floor.
“Good girl,” he coos, his voice comforting as I listen to his every command. “Now, I want to see that delicious cunt. Get on all fours and press your chest to the mattress.”
Oh . . .
A smile plays at my lips, and I prop my ass up, spread my legs just enough to give him the best view, and then lower my chest and face to the mattress. I position the camera so he has a full shot of everything, and the thought of him being able to watch me like this adds an extra layer of eroticism, making me that much more aroused.
“Perfect,” he answers on a strangled tone. “So fucking perfect.” He clears his throat. “Now, reach between your legs and play with that drenched pussy.”
I massage two fingers over my clit. And fuck does it feel good.
“Yes, just like that,” he says as he pumps his cock, the slick sound spurring on my own arousal. “Let me see that clit ring, tug on it.”
I roll my teeth over my bottom lip, the mystery of not seeing him and only hearing his voice spurring me on more as I slip my clit ring between my fingers and give it a light tug. A sharp point of pleasure flies up my spine, causing me to moan.
“Again,” he says.
And I listen.
“That’s it, love,” he says. “Make that pussy wet. I want to see you dripping.”
I give the ring a few more tugs before I bring my fingers back to my clit and massage it where a hiss escapes my lips.
“I wish this was your tongue.”
“Me too,” he says. “I miss having your scent all over my face.”
The thought sends a chill over my arms. He gives the best oral. Best I’ve ever had. There’s something about a man who has no shame in driving his face between your legs and loving it.
“Remove your fingers,” he says.
I pause. “Why?”
“Don’t question me, Lilly. Just do it.”
I remove my fingers, my pussy throbbing, wanting more attention, not as close as I want to be.
“Good girl. Now take one of the pillows, roll it, and put it between your legs.” Not sure where he’s going with this, I roll one of the softer pillows on my bed and stick it between my legs. “Good,” he says through a soft hiss. “Now . . . rub that cunt on it. Hard.”
My mouth waters as I realize what he wants me to do. He wants me to dry hump the pillow.
I grip the sheets below me, and I start rocking my ass back and forth, feeling the cool fabric of the pillow rub over my pussy. Immediately, my body lights up from the feel of it. Christ . . . I’ve done this one other time out of sheer desperation for release. I forgot how good it feels.
“Spread your legs wider,” he says.
