Her pussy must be perfect. Abby herself is, so there isn’t any other logical conclusion.
If she says she isn’t comfortable with that, I won’t push. But somehow, I already know she will follow my request.
I think giving up control is turning her on even more than she already was when I walked in on her getting herself off.
With her left hand, she pulls the fabric to the side, revealing a pussy that is indeed perfect. Even from here, I can see how wet she is.
“Spread your legs more.”
She does so without hesitation, and something inside me that feels a whole lot like pride swells to life.
“Touch yourself again.”
Two of her fingers start to slowly trace circles around her clit. I admire her patience because she isn’t rushing this.
She has more restraint than I would have if I was the one touching her. I would give anything to have my fingers replace hers, but this feels pretty fucking good, too.
“Press a little harder but keep it slow,” I tell her. My dick is tenting my sweats so much it would be comical if I had any fucks to give for that at the moment.
As it stands, all my fucks are directed toward the vision of a woman currently following my commands and masturbating right in front of me.
She sucks in a sharp breath when she does as I say.
“Feel good?” I ask. The question is pointless because I can tell it does, but I want to hear her say it.
“Yes,” she breathes out. Her eyes are still locked on me.
“A little faster.”
Her motions speed up just a little. Her breathing follows suit, coming out in short, choppy pants.
She’s getting close.
“Don’t come yet,” I tell her. My fists clench at my sides to keep me from pulling my dick out and touching myself right here. I don’t think she would mind if I did, but I want to focus on her right now. “But don’t stop.”
She whimpers, looking at me pleadingly.
“I know. Just a little longer. You’re doing so good, angel.”
The praise makes something in her eyes light up. I guess my girl has a praise kink.
My girl?That’s something I’ll have to analyze later when I have available brain cells to do so.
“Faster.”
Her eyes widen.
“Just a few more seconds, and I’ll let you come.”
She drags in a few deep breaths, then increases her pace yet again. Her whole body is tense, obviously holding off her orgasm.
“Linc,” she pants between labored breaths.
“Not yet… keep going.”
“Fuck,” she whimpers, but she doesn’t come.
“Good girl.”
