“I would.” I nod, keeping my eyes on her. “Anything you wanted would be yours for the chance to make you feel good.”
Out of the corner of my eye I see that her fingers are against her pussy, but the gasp that falls from her lips is even more proof.
“What would you do first?” Her voice is shaky and heavy.
“I’d make you come with my fingers. If only to make sure there are enough juices for me to lap up. But as my fingers strum you like a guitar, I’d have my lips attached to your tits. They are so fucking perfect.”
My hand drops to my crotch on its own accord, but I don’t let it go down my boxers or touch my cock. This is about her, not me, I remind myself.
“Have you ever done 69?” she asks.
“Yes.”
“I think that could be fun.” Her hips rock against her hand. “I think I’d like to cum with a cock down my throat.”
“Fuck,” I groan, as I’m pretty sure precum leaks from my cock.
“Yeah. I think I’d like that a lot,” she moans. “Though I fear your cock may make me pass out. Can’t imagine what your lips would feel like around my clit. They are so soft.” Her free hand takes to squeezing her tit again.
“Baby,” I say softly, fighting the urge to touch her. “I wouldn’t let you suck my cock while I went down on you. That would be a choking hazard.”
“But that might make it more fun.” She gasps.
“Yeah?”
“Ben?”
“Yes, Prue?”
“I’m so fucking wet.” She lets out a deep breath.
“I’m so fucking hard.”
“Touch yourself too,” she says, lifting her head and glancing down to my crotch. “I want to see it.”
“You want to see my cock?”
She nods. “Helps with the fantasy.”
I pull my cock from my boxers, giving it a stroke, as she watches with her mouth hanging open.
“What are you doing?”
“Stroking my clit. I like using two fingers, covers more area.” Her hips rock against her hand again. “I wish it was you, though.”
“Me too, baby. Me too.” I let my hand lazily stroke over my cock, as her head stays turned to watch it.
“Maybe one day?” Her eyes are glued to my hand. I’m stroking it slow because I don’t think it would take much for me to cum.
“Yes, baby. One day it will be my fingers and mouth, and then my fat cock stretching you open.”
“Further than anyone else.” She gasps. “Oh god.” The hand on her tit drops to the bed, gripping at the blanket, as her eyes flutter. “I don’t think I can take it right now, though. I can barely fit one of my…” Her voice trails off. “Fuck.”
“I’d get you nice and loose before I put it in you. It may still hurt, but just how you like it,” I say softly. My mind is spinning and I’m trying to keep my eyes open, so I don’t miss when she cums.
“I think…” she moans. “You would ruin me.”
“Ruin you? How, baby?”
