All she needed to hitoverexcited messwas the clink of that buckle.
Oh, and the sound of him saying, “Listen to me, Lydia, I’m not gonna come in your mouth, okay. That’s absolutely not gonna happen. You just stay right there.”
“Does staying right there mean keeping still?”
“It just means don’t get any closer.”
“So, I can move around, then?”
“Yes. Yes of course you can.”
“Maybe spread my legs.”
She turned, as she said the words. Just a little, as if she was only settling into the pillows behind her. But then she did as she had just suggested, and it made her real purpose clear. He would be able to seeeverything, the way he was laid. His face was perfectly aligned with her now completely exposed pussy.
And the best part was: he didn’t look away.
He didn’t even stop what he was doing.
He just carried on easing his cock from his jeans, eyes heavy on her.
“Oh, fuck. That—you—” he started.
Then gave up, when she oh so slowly stroked her bared pussy.
“And possibly finger myself, while you do this.”
“You’re not really going to, are you? You’re not going to.”
“Well, it would help me imagine what you’d feel like, sliding in.”
“That’s what you want to think about? My fingers in your pussy?”
He sounded excited by the idea, she thought. Maybe even eager to do it.
But that just made it all the sweeter when she corrected him.
“No baby. Not your fingers. Never your fingers when I’ve got that gorgeous cock in front of me,” she said, then got to see his head go back against the bed. She got to see his hand tighten around his cock, not quite stroking it yet, but not quite not, either.Almost there, she thought, then just added a little more. “Mmmmm, fuck, you’re so thick. You’re so hard. I bet it just feels amazing when you start really fucking into someone.”
“Stop. Stop—just let me take a second here, okay, just let me—”
“I don’t want you to take a second. I want you to fuck me.”
“That’s not gonna happen. It just isn’t.”
“Think it might if I keep doing this.”
“Then I won’t watch you.”
He closed his eyes, then.
But he didn’t stop doing himself.
And saiddoingwas getting really filthy, now. It wasn’t mechanical, like she’d imagined. It wasn’t even slow and tight, like it had been a second ago. He was almost fucking into his own hand, in a way that made her clit jump against her working fingers. Then as she watched, he went one better. He brought his hand up to his mouth, and licked. He licked long and wet over his palm, before easing it back over the swollen head of his cock.
While she did her best not to come right then and there.
She had to focus on the conversation just to get herself back on track—though, her voice shook when she tried. “I don’t think not watching is really gonna help. I mean you can still hear what I’m saying. You can still hear my slick pussy.”
