“You started without me.” He kept his voice low.
“You took too long.”
Jonny didn’t move. Instead, he undid his jeans and let them drop, releasing his fully hard cock and started to stroke it. “Don’t let me stop you?”
“Why don’t you move so you have a better view?”
He took the invite, moving to a chair facing the bed and sitting down, his hand moving up and down his shaft, using the pre-cum to help.
Rayah spread her legs and propped herself up, clearly wanting to watch him. “Like what you see?”
“Fuck yourself with your fingers.”
So far she was sticking to the rhythmic circling of her clit, the tempo smooth and sultry. He saw her pussy glistening with her arousal, the temptation to enter his cock inside her almost too great, but he was mesmerised as she pushed a finger inside and then pulled it out, then added a second, all the time looking straight in his eyes.
“Taste yourself.”
She obeyed, licking her fingers as if they were an ice-cream.
“Make yourself come. I want to watch you.” He carried on stroking his shaft slowly, knowing that he was going to end up close to his own end and he didn’t want that; he wanted to come in her, to fill up her pussy with his seed and make her his.
Her eyes became heavier, almost closing. Pink spread across her cheeks and the top of her chest and her legs began to tense, all key signs that she was close to coming.
“What do you think about when you do this at night, Rayah? Do you think about me?”
He saw her nod, a low moan accompanying it.
“What do you imagine? Is it my cock you think of being inside you instead of your fingers fucking your tight pussy? Do you think of how I pound into you to make you scream into a pillow? Are you think about that now? How I’m going to push my cock so hard into you and hold your legs so tight so I go deeper than ever. I’ll make you fucking come so hard you’ll milk me for days.”
He watched as the rhythm of her fingers became more erratic, one hand massaging her clit, the other pushing fingers inside her. He debated telling her to stop, knowing she would, but he wanted to watch her as she broke apart.
“You look so fucking gorgeous, Rayah Maynard, lying there with your legs spread for me. Your tits bouncing and your nipples hard. Are you thinking about which hole you’d like me to fuck? Where you want my cock to go – you mouth or your pussy or your ass?”
She came hard with a loud cry, a sound that had previously been smothered except for the one or two times they’d snuck off to hers when the kids had been at a party.
Jonny pulled his shirt over his head and kicked off his jeans, pacing toward the bed, then onto the mattress, prowling over to her on all fours. He had no intention of taking her ass tonight. It would happen; they’d had that conversation, but he wanted to work her up to it.
“You ready for my cock?” He whispered the words over her.
Rayah nodded, using her hands to hold her legs higher, presenting herself to him. “Just fuck me.”
He replaced her hands with his. “Hold on to the headboard. I need to show you who owns that pussy.”
Her hands moved compliantly, grasping the metal as Jonny pushed her legs up further, his cock rubbing against her slickness, her clit still sensitive.
Her moan made him almost lose control.
With one hand, he guided himself to her entrance and pushed inside quickly, taking her hard and deep. She cried out and her hips bucked, her mouth opening into a perfect circle and then she called his name.
“Is that better than your fingers?”
“Yes!”
“Do you like me fucking you?”
“Jonny…”
“We’re you thinking about me fucking you while we were at the bar?” He slowed his rhythm, making her shift underneath him as she needed more, trying to encourage him to go faster.
