My name on her lips is like music to my ears, but I don’t move from the wall. My control is in place but fragile. I’d love to show her exactly how to take care of her needs. But for now, I’ve dug my grave to just watch. That’s all it will be. A show.
A show that will be ingrained in my memory because this girl is perfection.
“Lift your other hand to your breast.” I clench my fists to keep from stroking my hard cock.
“Like this?” She takes her other breast in her palm and pinches and tugs on her nipple. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“You wet for me, pip?”
Her darkened eyes collide with mine. “Yes, Dante.”
“Show me.”
Her brow furrows in confusion.
“Slide your fingers into that pussy and show me how wet you are for my cock.”
Moaning, she slides her hand down to her pussy and thrusts her fingers inside with a gasp.
“Pull them out and hold them up like a good girl.”
She bites her lip and does what I say. Her fingers glisten in the soft light. I’m fucked. I should leave right now. Out of the house and out of her life because I’m crossing a line. Not a major line, but a line I swore I wouldn’t cross.
As long as I’m not the one touching her though...
Her eyes sparkle as she opens her mouth and slides her fingers in. She moans and my cock jerks.
“How do you taste, pip?”
She sucks and pulls her fingers out. “Tangy, but a little sweet.”
“Rub those wet fingers over your nipple.”
Her fingers drop to her nipple and circle it. I can almost imagine how she’d taste if I drew that taut nipple into my mouth. Can she come from having her breasts played with?
“Dante, please,” she whimpers, so fucking ready to move on to the next part.
“Are you ready to finish what you started, pip?” I wet my lips and she nods. “Lie back on the bed and let your knees fall out to the side.”
She grabs a pillow and rests her head, so she can still see me. “Will you stroke yourself for me?”
She parts her legs and lowers her knees to the bed. I’m going to fucking hell for this. She slides her hands up and down her thighs as her breasts lift with every breath.
“You want to imagine it’s my cock in your pussy instead of your fingers, pip?” I rub my cock through my jeans, and a sizzle of electricity flows through my blood.
“Yes, Dante. I want to feel your cock buried inside me when I come.” She bites her lip as her fingers glide over her pussy, opening herself up to me.
For a second, I give in to the fantasy and imagine sinking my cock into her warm, wet pussy, feeling it tighten around me as I fuck her to orgasm. But I can’t do that. Not to her. Not just because of Tom, but because of Wyatt too.
But I can watch her get off while I get off.
“I’m not fucking you, pip.” I warn her with my eyes as I undo my belt.
“I have a good imagination.” She strokes her finger over her center and makes this needy little noise that has my cock weeping.
Her eyes widen as she focuses on my hands on my jeans. I’m so fucking screwed with this girl.
“Keep your hands still, pip.”
