Quite the opposite.
Considering, on a cellular level, his cum had already probably dripped inside the piercing, it doesn’t really make a difference logically. Butwatchinghim push the metal, covered in his release, through the hole in my nipple, watching it spread and the metal slip through it with ease, like it were lube… It’s the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done.
My face, or maybe that little moan I make in response, must give away how much I liked that, and he grins at me, a wicked tilt of his lips that hints at a filthy secret we now share.
Still on my knees, I let myself fall straight back, ass landing on my feet and back flat on the bed.
My knees are shoulder-width apart, my barely concealed pussy on full display for him. Cum-covered chest there for him to appreciate his handiwork on as well.
“Now, it’s your turn to watch,” I tell him.
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I want to do a lot more than watch.
I want to change her life, skin to skin.
Brand her on a molecular level. Flesh, tongue, teeth, fingers, cock. I want to use every part of me to make her feel good.
This gorgeous girl who’s too perfect for words. I’ll use my body to show her what she’s worth. What she should hold out her heart for.
Make her back bow, her legs shake, until she’s crying out. For more, for less, until she screams that it’s too much.
I won’t stop until I’m satisfied she’s had enough.
This whole waiting game we’ve played might be dangerous. Because it’s built up a thirst, a raging appetite that will be damn near impossible to quench in just one night.
I’ll do my fucking best to try though.
But that’s still hours away.
Right now? I’ll happily watch, like the good boy I am. Not touching anything I’m not supposed to, because Icanfollow the rules, despite popular opinion about me. In fact, this girl in my bed might be about the only one who believes the best in me, and I’m going to prove her right.
“Please,” I croon. “Show me what I’ve been missing out on, darlin’.”
Amelia shifts on the bed beneath me, stretched out on her back, legs tucked under her, thighs spread just enough for me to watch anything she wants to show me. Her tits are a worthwhile distraction, covered in my cum as she lays there, and if I were allowed to touch her I’d run my fingers through it, trace designs on her skin with the marks of my release that was all for her.
“Burn it into my memory, angel. Make sure every time I get in this bed, I remember you coming in it.”
She makes the sexiest noise my ears have been graced with and slips her right hand down the plane of her stomach, those short black nails like beacons for my eyes to follow their progress.
They don’t stop at the top of her underwear, but slide over the top of it, over her mound, the outline of her lips, before spreading them to brush her clit in a tease that brings a groan to her lips, and also to mine.
“You gonna let me see what you’re doin’ to that beautiful pussy? Or am I going to have to keep imagining how perfect it looks underneath there?”
Her eyelids drop lower, watching me from beneath them when she speaks. “You’re awful impatient for someone who’s spent the last several weeks teasing me and dragging out every single taste I’ve been given.” Her voice is thick with desire, lower pitched than usual, with a husk to it that hardens my cock all over again.
From how turned on she is—all the signs are there, pink cheeks, puffy lips, stiff nipples, blown out pupils, I bet she’s perfectly soaked between her thighs from that heady scent I’m getting—I wouldn’t be surprised if she came quick.
I can say I sure as fuck plan to make the first one fast tomorrow, get it out of the way so the real fun can begin. Wherewe take our time, me exploring, her lavishing in that state of bliss that has her floating between planes, not sure what’s real and what’s a dream anymore. On the brink of insanity from the pleasure that won’t quit, pushing her farther than she thought she could go. I’ve had weeks to study, to prep for this, and I’m more than ready.
But something tells me she won’t want to make tonight too easy on me. She needs this escape. Needs the distraction a partner for one night can provide. The temporary reality that can be woven between two people getting lost in one another’s physical selves.
Hell, even I could use a night of forgetting the insecurities that haunt me doggedly in my waking hours. How I’ll never be enough, the fact that I’m a disappointment to everyone in my life. Shit, this reprieve is good for both of us. Remind us that there are others out there who see worth, who see value in us as we are.
And this girl has a lot of value to me.
