His nostrils flare and his hand begins to move slowly along his shaft. I shamelessly enjoy watching him come undone at the sight of me, and find it so damn hot that he wants me to watch him watching me. We used to indulge in some version of a voyeur kink every now and then, back in the day, and this is definitely hitting that spot for me right now.
Passion was never a problem between us, when we were anus, not just two people who co-parent under the same roof.
I can already feel the pressure starting, the impending release building, and I moan throatily to let him know it.
His dusky blue eyes are narrowed on my open legs, and he looks even more tortured than I could’ve hoped for. Satisfaction roars through my blood, amplifying the pleasure I’m getting out of this entire experience, lighting all my most sensitive nerves on fire.
My nipples are crying for a bit of attention, specifically his rough touch that borders on too much. I need his hands gripping my thighs, my ass as he slams into me.
The kind of claiming possession he’s always had for me in the heat of the moment, it’s my favorite drug. Nothing else gets me as high. And I’ve never been so low as I am without it. The withdrawals of his affection, his possession, they’ve ruined me.
It seems like I’m not the only one who feels like they’ll die without more.
“Fuck it,” he forces out thickly, and in a single breath, he jumps up from his spot on the bed, springing forward and landing on his stomach, right between my legs. The bed shakes from the motion, and there’s something so erotic about how unabashed he is in his desire for me.
He startled me so much with that move that I stop what I’m doing and stare down at him.
“Chance, that’s not how Skype sex works,” I reprimand, but my curiosity is going to win this one, I can tell.
“I’m making my own rules tonight,” he tells me gruffly.
God, that sexy fucking look on his face, that glint in his eye that means trouble, the sight of him between my legs. I don’t stand a fucking chance.
His hand meets mine on the toy, taking over the motions.
“I’m still going to watch you come, but you’re going to feel me on your pussy when you do.” His voice is nothing but heat and gravel.
Fuck.Why is that so hot?
My eyes roll back in my head as he slams the vibrator in even deeper, his fingers brushing my core as he works the toy in and out, teasing me with every flick of those fingers I haven’t had inside me in ages. The angle he hits, it’s one I can’t do solo, and my back arches, bends, hips canting for more.
I run my hands through my hair, the tips of my fingers digging into my scalp, head thrown back as I just hold on for the ride.
And then? Then this motherfucker lowers his head and starts working my clit with his tongue as he continues pumping the toy in and out of me.
“Fuck!” I shout as the sensations barrel into me. Lo, plowing into me. Chance’s fingers against my entrance as he works the vibrator. And that fucking tongue, lapping at my swollen bud, which is so sensitive right now I can tell this isn’t going to last much longer at all.
I groan for long seconds, maybe minutes, his name leaving my mouth in a scream when I can’t keep it in anymore.
The noise he makes in response, I think I could come from that alone.
My need for this connection, this intimacy, it’s been unfulfilled for so long, to the point that I’ve convinced myself he didn’t even want me anymore. But what he’s shown me on our dates, everything I feel from him this afternoon, it’s only matched my own inferno, stoked it to new levels, stronger than it’s ever been. If I let myself, I could fall for this man all over again.
In between my legs, his face pressed against my most intimate parts, hands and tongue working together to bring me to ruin, he feels just as obsessed with me and my body as he ever did. I just don’t have the wherewithal to analyze the confusion that presents me with right now.
His tongue keeps circling, alternating in pressure, softer, then harder, then softer again, in perfect time with the way he’s fucking me with the toy.
It’s bringing me closer and closer to release, while he drives me batshit crazy with the way he’s hitting all my favorite spots with that vibrator. Enough to make me scream with every pulse, but not letting me get all the way there yet.
Every time I get close to breaking, every time I make that one noise that’s my giveaway, my inner muscles clamping down, he pulls back just a little, just enough to ward off the imminent release, just enough to keep torturing me for longer, making sure when I come, we both know it’s for him.Becauseof him.
“Not yet, Di.” His voice is so deep, so full, I can barely make out the words as he says them against my pussy. One thing I can hear is his pain, his determination shining through.
He keeps at it, his tongue going at my clit like with enough licks, the secrets of the universe will spill out of me, too. I might have to agree with him on that, because I’m pretty sure I’m definitely on my way to nirvana. To bethisfull, to be fucked like thisandget eaten out at the same time? Surely this is the answer to ninety-eight percent of the problems in the world today. Whatever enlightenment comes out of this, I’ll definitely share it with him. He’s earned it.
There’s a click and then the toy buzzes faster, and there’s no stopping what’s happening now. As he slides it back inside me, a scream tears out of me at the spot it hits, how good it feels, and he latches onto my clit, not letting it go.
“I’m com—I’m coming…fuck, I’m coming,” I manage to say, before I scream once again, causing him to moan against my hypersensitive skin, ramping up the sensations even more.
