“Letting me enter your body wouldn’t be right tonight, but watching it is completely different. Strippers don’t fuck every man that watches them take their clothes off.”
“So you're comparing me to a stripper?”
“Not at all, just showing you the difference in watching and having.” The eye contact between us was something lethal right now.
“Amir, giving you head in here was one thing, but I can’t play with my pussy in here. I’m really good at it, and I know I will make a mess.”
“Well, make your mess on top of me.” He licked his lips as he stared at me from the couch.
I folded my arms.
“What does that mean, Amir?”
“It means come over here, take your clothes back off, and sit right here on my lap. I’ll catch your mess for you. That's the least I can do.”
I rubbed the back of my neck because this man was taking my emotions every way possible, but nonetheless, he was turning me on once again.
“This is weird, Amir.”
“You won’t feel like that in a minute. Now take off your clothes and come back over here with that same confidence you had before when you woke me up.”
He replied, and I couldn’t say a word because of his tone.
“Whatever you say, Amir, but don’t get mad when your body is soaking wet.”
“Trust me, I won’t. Come sit.”
I did what he asked after getting undressed a second time and straddling myself across his thighs as he watched me with his mouth slightly ajar.
“I don’t know if I can just do that right here, right now, Amir. This is awkward. I usually watch porn when I’m playing with myself.”
“Just watch me watching you, and if you can’t cum, then we will go from there, but I’m sure you will. You think you need porn, but all you really need is someone admiring you.”
He replied, and I grinned shyly.
I went ahead and spread my legs, pulling my tan lace panties to the side. I always wore pretty panties because Victoria's Secret and the Savage by Fenty website saw me more than once a month.
Amir bit his lips when my most intimate area was exposed, and I loved the look on his face, and I wanted to make his bottom lip drop even further. I wanted him to lick his lips just a bit more. So, I licked my finger and spread my pussy lips open as the reflection of the television showed his eyes lowering seductively. I started to play with my clit, circling it with my middle finger right on top of Amir. Once I was wet enough, I slid my finger inside, feeling Amir’s dick start to rise under my ass. Because of our positioning, it was lifting just in the crack of my ass and making me want to start bouncing on it right now, but I knew I couldn’t.
“Fuck, this feels so fuckin good. I’m already about to cum.”
“Well, let that shit out.”
He reached up and rubbed the side of my thigh, sending chills up my spine. I tilted my head back, and he slapped my ass.
“Nah, look at me while you cum.”
“Okay!”
I started to circle my finger faster and faster. When I felt like I was reaching an orgasm. I rubbed three of my fingers over my clit, rubbing it out as I started to shake, then I spilled cum all over his lap and onto parts of his stomach, making him suck his teeth like he was cumming himself.
“Fuck, fuck, Amir.”
I finally made eye contact with him again, and he was biting his bottom lip as if it would run away if he didn’t hold on to it. He and I stared at one another for at least ten seconds before I heard loud ass laughing coming from outside the front door.
“Shit, that’s Crew.” I jumped up from the couch, grabbing my clothes from the floor. I jetted into the spare bedroom, and Amir was on my heels, going to the restroom.
I’m sure he had to clean himself up from the mess he allowed me to make all over him just now.
