I’m rooted to the spot, my legs like lead weights. I don’t know if she heard me come in. If she did, she hasn’t let it show. It’s not like I kept quiet. Either she’s lost inside her fantasy, deep within the moment, or she’s aware of my burning gaze, and putting on a show.
And if that’s true... should I fucking join her? God knows my cock is more than ready.
But I can’t move. And I can’t peel my eyes off her.
A whimper breaks free as her hips gyrate. She’s mindlessly pressing a small button on the handle, increasing the intensity, pressing the wand harder against her clit, eyes shut tight.
She moves it left, right, in small circles, desperate for that orgasm. I can tell she’s close. She has been since I walked in, but it’s not fucking happening.
Seconds pass before her desire turns to annoyance, then nervousness, her moans of pleasure now turned to defeat.
Her skin heats, her back arches further off the mattress, toes curl, and she pumps her hips harder, but no matter the effort, she’s stalled on edge, her mind putting up a roadblock.
And then, as hard as she tried, she gives up, throwing the wand to smash against the wall. Draping one arm over her face.
Slowly she tunes herself back in to reality, and as if she feels my burning gaze, her eyes open, clashing with mine. She doesn’t speak, and neither do I as we stare each other down, a silent declaration of want and need. Her cheeks heat and she squirms, pressing her thighs together.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I say, shattering the quiet, the words laden with promise.
Her eyes never leave mine, burning with the intensity she had inside her seconds ago before it abruptly went off.
Now it’s back twice as powerful. Twice as bright.
And when she answers me with a tiny nod, the dam bursts. Tangible heat between us erupts as I surge forward, my knees hastily digging into the mattress. I crawl over her, and she meets me halfway, our lips clashing in a hot, urgent kiss.
It’s an all-consuming wildfire, tongues dancing, teeth nipping, breaths mingling in an intoxicating mix of desires. She tastes like sugar and spice, cherry candy and everything tempting.
Her fingers dig into my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss as we battle for dominance, her trying to crawl on top while I try to pin her down. Our hands and legs tangle and suddenly, with a soft gasp, Blair’s on the edge of the bed, then off it just as fast, pulling me with her as we fall off in a web of sheets, never breaking the kiss.
I hover above her, our bodies pressed together, shared desperation tearing through us. Fuck, it’s only been twenty minutes since I tasted her, but it feels like an entire lifetime.
“You taste like cherry candy,” I say, gripping her thigh to yank her fully under me, my elbow by her head supports my weight even though I want to sink and feel every inch of her.
“Did you watch?” she whispers, her cheeks glowing with alluring embarrassment. “How long were you standing there?”
“Long enough to see you were doing a lousy job.” I move my hand to her ankle, then brush my fingertips up her smooth skin to the inside of her thigh.
A soft shudder shakes her, and the red of her cheeks fades to pink. “The toy is new,” she admits, each word growing in confidence. “I’m not sure how to use it properly... I don’t think it’s very good.”
“I think it’s just fine, but it’s not what you want today, is it?” I nose a line on her jaw, my hand camping close enough to her pussy that I’m almost brushing it with my fingers. Almost but not quite. Not yet. “Ready to cross some lines with me, B?”
Our breaths mingle as she reaches to brush those delicate hands up my arms, feeling every muscle, awe replacing embarrassment. “Are you?”
I grip her wrist, settling her small palm over my hard cock. “What do you think?”
“Are you sure you want this?” She squeezes me gently, tearing a guttural groan from my chest, and the fire in her eyes rekindles. With measured strokes, her hand glides over my cock, making it jut against the zipper. “You’ll regret it tomorrow.”
I pull us back onto the bed, Blair flat on her back while I hover over her, and she immediately grabs hold of my cock again.
“My sister-in-law once told me it’s better to regret things you have done than things you haven’t, and you...” I angle my hips, grinding into her palm, “...I definitely want todoyou.” I dip my head, gliding my lips up her neck, marking every inch with open-mouthed kisses before speaking in her ear. “You’re tense, B. Looks like you could use an orgasm or two to take the edge off.”
“Since you’re so kindly volunteering...”
I grip her wrist again, moving her hand under my t-shirt, then take over the teasing, touching her thigh, up, up, up until my fingers caress around her pussy.
I love how warm she is. How her eyes hood over, and lips part in an inaudible gasp. Long nails dig into my shoulder blades as she tries to pull me down, hungry for my lips.
I give in a little, kissing and licking the seam of her mouth, a hot ball of pure need swelling behind my ribs. She hooks her fingers in the belt loops of my jeans, pulling me to where she needs me most.
