“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs. “Keep one hand moving, but slowly move down your belly with the other.” Again, I do what he asked, my center tightening already at the thought of what we’re about to do: whatI’mabout to do.
If I’ve never come during sex, I surely haven’t masturbated in front of anyone before.
But Iamloving all of these firsts with Leo Sinclaire.
My hand hesitates right above where I want my fingers most, and my hips shift a bit, widening to give myself some room, but I don’t move until I’m told to. When Leo notices my hesitation, a grin spreads across his lips.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “Waiting until I tell her she’s allowed to touch what’s mine.”
That should absolutely not be hot.
A man telling me my clit, pussy,my pleasureis not my own? It should not be hot.
But it’s not just any man saying it. It’s Leo, and with the reverence he says it with, I am so very okay with it.
“Leo,” I whisper, and he smiles.
“Circle your clit, baby.” A relieved breath leaves my lips, and my head tips back, a low moan falling from them as I circle my needy clit. I’m already panting from the pure eroticism of this moment, from the tone of Leo’s voice, the promise in his eyes, and the way his hand tightens when he watches my hand dip. “Lower. Tell me if you’re wet yet.” Eagerly, I move, sliding down and finding that I am, in fact, soaked. I can’t help but slide the tip of a finger into myself. My body tightens around it, and I groan.
“Show me,” he murmurs, and I lift my wet fingers to the camera to show him. A moan comes through the line, and more wet forms between my legs at the sound. “Fucking soaked. Now go get your toy, baby.”
I move quickly, grabbing the dildo, and any hesitation I felt earlier about using it is gone. I’m empty, desperate, and needy. If I can’t have Leo, this will have to do, and if I get to watch him take himself there as I do, it really isn’t a sacrifice at all.
“Get up on your knees, and spread your legs,” he instructs, and I do, shifting the cameras as needed. “Yeah, just like that,” His voice is low with desire and sends another rush of heat through me. “Slide the tip between your legs, get it nice andwet.” My breathing grows heavy as I do, not sliding it in like I really want, rubbing the tip along my center before sliding it up. I give Leo a show, letting him see me rub the smooth head of the toy over my clit, and he growls. “Fuck yeah. Now, put the base on the bed, between your legs.’ I position it, then hover over, holding my breath with anticipation, desperate to slam it down as I did on the swing all those weeks ago. It won’t be nearly as satisfying without his fingers digging into my hips, but it will have to do.
“Slide on to it slowly, just an inch,” he says.
“Leo—” I protest
“Just the tip. That’s what I would do. Tease you for teasing me. I’ve been thinking about that picture all day, honey.”
“Oh god,” I whimper as I do as he asks. His eyes are locked on me, but I’m fascinated by his hand slowly stroking himself. I watch as he moves it up and down the shaft, twisting a bit at the tip, his breath going light each time he does. Mentally, I catalog it, filing that away as something he likes for the future.
“Just like that,” he says. “Now out. Then back in. Fuck yourself with just the tip, baby.” My hips lift and fall just a bit, a tease as he watches with utter fascination. My body screams, desperate for more, but despite it, I feel the pleasure curling in my belly, need almost suffocating.
In this moment, I realize I have been so completely and totally changed by Leo that I could probably come just like this. Minimal stimulation, but having the erotic privilege of watching him bring himself utter pleasure at the sight of me doing what he asks.
But still, I want more.
And he knows it.
That becomes clear when he speaks next.
“All the way down, baby. Take it all.” I don’t hesitate, and on my next drop, I fill myself, my hand moving up as my hips movedown and I moan, loud. “Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, look at you.” I can’t respond, not as I slide the dildo out and then back in, as I fuck myself, trying to get relief from the need spiraling in my belly.
“How does it feel, Willa?” he asks.
“So good,” I groan, hips rocking, hand moving. “So good. Not as good as you, but fuck.”
“I know, honey,” he murmurs, “I wish I were there, fucking you as you need. But this is good too.” His hand is moving fast, and after a moment, I realize he’s moving at the same rhythm as I am, like I’m riding him, and I moan before speeding up. I’m riding it now, uncaring what I might look like, moaning as it fills me each and every time, the curved tip grazing along my g-spot with precision that has my breath stuttering, as the pleasure swirling in my stomach has me tipping towards the edge and doing it quickly.
“Stop,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, his own breath panting like mine. Without hesitation, I do as he asks, my hand stopping with the toy deep inside of me. My pussy throbs around it, and I desperately want to move, to take myself higher, to get myself there, but the desire to do what Leo asks is stronger. “Pull it out.” I groan, already dreading the lack of fullness, but I do he asks regardless. “On your ass, pussy facing the camera, let me see you.” I fumble, adjusting quickly until I’m sitting on the bed and angling the camera so it’s focused on my cunt, my head just barely making it on screen. I spread my legs, feet on the bed on either side of the laptop.
“Wider.” I don’t ask what he means, simply spreading my legs wider, and I’m rewarded with a guttural sound. “God, you look so fucking pretty like this, your cunt glistening, legs spread, your nipples tight. Pinch one, baby.” I do, and it sends a bolt of pleasure through me, centering on my clit that is desperate for attention.
“Fuck me,” he breathes, eyes locked on the screen, his hand moving faster, which, I have to admit, feels unfair. “The way you tighten is fucking fantastic.”
“Leo,” I whimper.
