“Is this where you say it’s on your dick?”
The idea makes me dissolve into laughter… and store away the idea for closer inspection later. “No. This is the bit where I remind you it’s going to cost you.” I bend her legs upward until her heels hit against her thighs and arse, pushing her knees a few inches apart, just enough for my eyes to swallow every inch of her. “And remind you I’m no longer going easy on you.”
She raises her arm to wipe her tears away and I catch her elbow, stopping her. “Leave them.”
“Why?”
“Because I enjoy how emotive you are.” My palms rub along her legs, feeling the smoothness of her calves where she shaves, the friction lessening when I come to mid-thigh where she stops. “I love watching your face.”
With my hands cupping her shoulders, I pull her forward until her breasts are crushed against her knees, then tip her further still until she tumbles forward to kneel in front of me.
A beautiful sight that demands I press a kiss to her temple, beside her eye, on the top of her cheekbone, each touch feather-light. “Your beautiful, expressive face.”
My hand cups the back of her head, staring into her eyes, watching a new tear become engorged, seeing how it enhances the colour of her iris, capturing its iridescence.
It grows larger, balanced just above her eyelashes, brimming, the surface shuddering with her tiny movements, then finally bursting free, spilling down her cheek.
At first, it follows the same track as the others, then diverts to create its own path, curving along the lines near her mouth, down to her jawline where it skims along the bone to her chinand hangs, a tantalising drop, waiting for backup to swell its ranks before it takes the plunge, diving to darken the sheet.
My hands want to touch all of her at once, the steady pulse of blood in my cock filling me with pleasure until I have to contract my muscles, making it even stiffer, the sensation turning me into an urgent mass of need.
I stand beside the bed, stripping my clothes away, then turn my attention back to her. There’s something mouth-watering about the thickness of her hips, a satisfaction I get from being able to sink my fingertips into her flesh as I tug her closer.
Her eyes open even wider, then she licks her lips, the sweet pink of her tongue distorting her upper lip as it sweeps across, making it shine, making my lips fill with blood until I can feel my pulse there as well.
“Open your mouth for me, baby. I want to feed you my cock.”
My fingers thread through her hair, finding a grip on their short length and guiding her forward until I can rub the head across her lips, leaving a bead of precum to glisten on the plump pink flesh.
She opens for me, and I nudge inside her mouth, fighting the urge to close my eyes as I groan at the sensation. Needing to watch every second, to embed it in my memory.
“That’s it. Just a little wider.”
The sight of my cock disappearing between those gorgeous lips, stretching them wider the deeper I go, makes me groan. At the sound, she leans forward, taking more of me inside her warm, wet mouth, those large eyes staring at me from beneath her tear-clumped lashes. “You feel so good.”
Her eyes sparkle with the praise, her hands moving from the bed to touch me, tentative at first, then circling around my hips to grab handfuls of my arse. The movement makes me jerk forward, giving her more than I meant to, but she takes it all, throat working as she navigates how to swallow.
I rest my free hand atop her head, lightly as I withdraw, then firmer as I ease myself back inside. When I repeat the movement, a new tear spills from her lower lash, trickling until I think it’s going to hit against my cock, then curving to run off her chin.
“Fuck, that’s incredible,” I whisper. “Are you ready for more?”
Her shoulders tense, then relax, and I hold both my hands firm, keeping her head steady as I thrust into her, gently, gently, gently, then pumping harder when I see she can take it, each new stroke leaving a trail of saliva farther along my shaft.
The tears stream as her eyes water at the intrusion. Her nostrils flare as she struggles for breath.
“You want to breathe, baby?”
She nods as much as our coupling allows and I ease back, letting her gulp twice before I plunge back into her, twisting to the side to get a better view, as aroused by the sight as the feel.
Her hands move, one on my hip, one pressed flat against my chest.
“Take hold of me,” I order her. “Right by the base.”
She follows my instruction, automatically tightening and loosening in tandem with my pumping hips, expanding the pleasure until I’m shuddering at the effort it takes to hold back.
This time, when I surge into her throat, I hold her there, feeling the struggle as she fights her gag reflex, the muscles convulsing around me. She stiffens and tries to pull back, but I increase the pressure on her head to hold her there. “Look at you,” I whisper, besotted by the sight. “You look so good with my cock stretching your lips wide, bulging in your throat.”
I watch how her chest pulls, trying to breathe, and pinch her nipple, feeling the echo of her shock vibrate around me, keeping careful watch for the blinks and taps that never come, relentingto let her draw a breath then pumping my hips, as lost to the sight as the sensation.
