“Not an inch closer,” she grits out.
“Why? I already notice that your hand is under the cushion. It’s okay. Now isn’t the time to be shy,” I encourage her.
Her eyes dart in my direction. “Don’t even suggest it.” The movement of her chest bounces up and down, and the nipples under her shirt are hard. I don’t see the outline of a bra which means there isn’t one.
I unbutton my jeans and unzip. “Do what you want, but I’m not going to stay constrained. Luckily, I’m king of this house and can do as I please.”
April’s jaw drops, but her eyes don’t tear away from my hand that dips into my jeans.
“You really just want to watch? Your body isn’t aching to be touched? Don’t have a toy you packed?” I cast my doubt.
“Oh, trust me, it’s more adequate than you.”
I cluck my tongue. “I think the screen proves that theory wrong.”
Quickly, she looks to the television where her fingers are threading in my hair as I lick her clit and bring two fingers inside of her. The volume is on low, but her moan is apparent.
Her eyes dart back to me, and she nibbles her bottom lip in contemplation before tossing the cushion to the side to make a point.
“You do your thing and I do mine, okay?” she breathes out.
She sinks her body into the sofa and her fingers disappear under her waistband, but her face is turned forward to watch.
On the screen she is about to come. I remember it well because she tasted like fucking strawberry shortcake, and as the sound in my living room confirms, she screamed my name and a flurry of F-bombs.
Making her come for some bizarre reason felt like a win, better than striking the batter out. I was determined to fuck her hard, and that meant making her come because I’m a team player.
I had only given her a few seconds to recover before I was pulling her by the arms up to sitting, and my ass is now in full view since she wrapped her mouth around my cock, as if she was eager.
Present me has my palm stroking my length, and April’s knee gently drapes near my own as she spreads her legs to get a better angle.
The camera position meant we only get to see the outline of April’s hands holding my hips and her head bobbing. But I remember the way she took me as deep as she could go, and her tongue glided along my cock.
“That’s a good girl,”I praised her.
“You’re right, if they only have this part of the video then it is all you, well, your ass, but mostly you,” she comments, her voice breathy.
Looking to my side, I see that the loose fabric of her top has sunk low enough that I get a peek at her hard nipple. She is assessing me, and she knows what I want, which is why a sly smile curls on her mouth, and the fingers on her free hand find her nipple to play with.
“Your tits are always pert.”
“Tsk-tsk, you should be watching the video.”
“I think we both know that you took me to my edge before I slammed into your pussy with my cock where I made you come twice.”
Her lips part open, and her arm with her hand in her shorts picks up speed, as does my own efforts on my cock.
We both glance to the screen where I had positioned myself over her, wrapped her legs around my waist, and worked my way inside her wet and tight walls until we both moaned in sync.
The next few minutes are a blur. A mixture of watching our present selves get off and our video selves move in different positions during sex. Video us were not delicate. April bounced on top of my cock as I thrusted up, I pumped inside of her with her leg over my shoulder as I kept her under me, and finally, we are on to the pièce de résistance, doggy style.
But I only watch snippets, as does she. Instead, our eyes are trapped in a locked gaze that our current selves somehow find sensual.
I want to slide my hand up her thigh to feel her, to soak my fingers in her readiness then bring her fingers to my mouth for a taste before she touches my cock.
But that’s not our game right now.
Tonight is about watching.
