It’s as I’m watching her tease both of us with those slow movements, those dragging touches that pull at her puffy skin and make my cock twitch with need that I realize the rules of the game.
We promised not to touch anything we weren’t supposed to.
I grasped the metal through her nipple, not her breasts themselves, however much I was dying to.
I might not be able to shove my fingers inside of her tight heat, but her hand is fair fucking game for me to touch freely.
That’s a part of her I’ve felt before and have no qualms about touching right now.
“Keep showing me what you like to do to yourself, angel,” I coax her, bringing one hand down to cover hers.
She gasps, sucking in a sharp breath at the contact of my skin on hers as she brings herself close to orgasm beneath my touch.
I let my fingers mold to hers as she presses, lightly at first, then harder, rubbing herself just how she likes it. I memorize the motion, the pressure she uses, the rhythm of it as her breath stutters, her eyelids flutter shut, and her breaths come in pants.
Her free hand grips the bedsheet and I want to see it do more. “What’s that other hand gonna do?” I ask her.
Amelia’s fiery teal gaze locks on mine, burning me from the inside out, as she releases the comforter with that hand and instead brings it up to caress her breast. She trails those fingertips over the skin, running through the glaze of cum there and dragging it with her fingers as they move over her sensitive skin.
I let out a hoarse moan, my brain struggles to take it all in, the way her body writhes on the bed, how her fingers of one hand move beneath mine, stroking and toying with her clit, while I watch her other hand pull my cum up to her nipple and start to tweak it, pulling on it hard enough that I can feel it in my own body.
It’s a visceral response, watching what she does to herself, covered in the mess I left on her. My balls tighten, precum leaks out of my tip, and I ignore it all to focus on her. How to make the most out of this night for this stunning woman who’s brought so much into my world. I want to rock hers.
I press down on the fingers beneath mine, that barrier between her pussy and my hand that’s keeping this from broaching inappropriate territory.
Okay, who am I kidding. There’s nothing appropriate about her finger fucking herself beneath my hand, but at least I can sayIdidn’t fuck her while she was still in town, not with my fingers or any other part of me.
Her eyes widen and her lips part when she feels me take control of the movements. Harder, then softer. Faster, then in a circle. I use her fingers like they were a toy I could get her off with, pressing in, easing up, and moving quickly, fast enough to feel like vibrations against her skin.
Those gorgeous eyes close, rolling back in her head, and I move my hand down, urging hers to come with it. She obeys, fingers trailing lower, taking my hint.
“Put them in, darlin’.”
Like the perfect woman of my dreams she continues to prove she is, she does. An A+ student, this one.
Her two fingers slide into her opening and get sucked in by the grip of her pussy. I bite down on my lip hard enough to leave marks as I feel it happen.
I start to pulse my hand on top of her fingers, pressing them in and feeling her muscles pull them further, before releasing. A growl escapes me at the sensation of it.
My other hand comes up, hooks around her thumb and pulls it up so it touches her clit.
“Keep fucking yourself,” I order her.
The first hand stays on her fingers, feeling her pump in and out, searching for that spot on her front wall that I wish I could touch for myself, while my other hand bounces on her thumb in the rhythm that had her so close to the edge before.
“Oh God.” She moans the words with a vibrato to her voice that’s not normally there. Amelia throws her head back, neck pulled tight, shoulders back as she allows herself to fall into the pleasure we’re giving her together.
The plunge of her fingers, the pulse of attention to her clit. It builds into a crescendo and I watch it happen in real time. The way her other hand keeps plucking at her nipple, smearing my slick cum over it as she pinches and pulls, the way I’d be doing if I was allowed to right now. How her whole body tenses, and I see her start to shake beneath me.
“Oh God,” she says again, but the words are louder. A cry of warning. A plea for help, how to deal with the onslaught that’s building in her system, but one isn’t coming. I’m going to throwher so far over the edge she won’t find the bottom for ages, free falling until she crashes.
My left hand presses her fingers in deeper, harder, slick with her wetness, taking over the rhythm there as my other hand works her clit in ways that will force her over the precipice. Leave her floating for endless seconds of torturous bliss, in a preview of what tomorrow night will look like.
“Weston,” she cries out my name, eyes screwed shut as I continue controlling her fingers and her thumb, making her make herself come for me.
Gruff, throat tight, I say, “Let me watch you, darlin’. It’s my turn now.”
My eyes laser focus on her nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then realign on the beautiful mess between her thighs, both of my hands and one of hers there, slipping and sliding over the surface of her skin, demanding she give in to what’s between us.
