“He teased you a little first with his fingers, didn’t he? Made sure you were ready for him. Slid them over your clit and then plunged one into your wet pussy?” My hands moved to the edge of the sheet. She followed the movement, her breath catching as I pushed the thin fabric down.
A sound that was part whimper, part growl came from her throat as my cock sprang free. She’d seen me naked before, but never like this.
I ran my thumb over the piercing at the head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that had formed there. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and the sight nearly made me groan. I imagined her mouth on me.
“I thought?—”
I pressed my index finger against her lips to silence her. This moment existed outside reality and outside all the reasons this was a terrible idea.
“Tell me about your dream.”
Her pupils dilated wide enough to almost completely eclipse the iris. “My dream...” She moved closer, her thigh brushing against mine under the sheets. “You were there.”
My breath caught in my throat. Not some other man. Me.
“You were watching me at first, like now.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, her gaze trailing down my chest to where my hand rested near my cock. “But then you couldn’t take it anymore. You pinned me to the bed, your hands holding my wrists above my head.”
I tightened my grip on the sheet, my cock twitching at her words. The image of her beneath me, restrained and waiting, sent heat coursing through my veins.
“You kissed down my body, spending extra time on my breasts.” She moved her hand to cup one of her breaststhrough her thin sleep shirt. “Right here. You used your teeth, just enough to make me gasp.”
She traced circles around her nipple, the fabric tightening and revealing the hard peak.
“Then you moved lower.” Her free hand slid down her stomach, disappearing beneath the covers. “Your beard scratched my thighs as you spread them apart.”
I picked up the subtle sound of her fingers slipping through her wetness, and her breath quickened.
“You watched me as you tasted me.” Her hips lifted slightly.
Fuck. I was going to lose my mind. “Is that what you want, Samara? You want my mouth on you?”
“Yes.”
Wrapping my hand around my length, I began stroking slowly from base to tip. My breathing matched the rhythm of my hand, controlled and deliberate despite the fire racing through me.
I swiped my thumb over my slit again, gathering more pre-cum to slick my shaft. Her eyes stayed locked on my cock as she touched herself, and the knowledge that she was getting off watching me nearly pushed me over the edge.
I released a low growl as her hand moved beneath the sheets. “Let me tell you what I would do if this were more than words between us.”
My hand continued its slow, methodical movements, squeezing beneath the head where the barbell added pressure. Every few strokes, I’d twist my wrist, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.
“I’d start with the tip of my tongue.” My voice was gravel, rough and uneven. “Just enough to make you squirm and beg for more.”
Her breathing hitched, her rhythm faltering for a moment before picking back up.
“Then I’d suck that pretty clit between my lips.” I licked my own lips, imagining her taste. “Not too hard at first. I’d want your thighs shaking for more.”
Her back arched, and I knew she was picturing it too.
“When you’re right on the edge, I’d slide two fingers inside you.” My thumb circled the head of my cock. “Curl them just right to hit that spot that would make you scream my name.”
Her movements became more urgent, her breath coming in quick pants.
“I wouldn’t stop until you’re shaking, Sammy. Until your thighs are clamped around my head and you’re begging me for mercy.” My own strokes quickened, tension building at the base of my spine. “And when you think you can’t take any more, I’d make you come again.”
“Nicolas,” she moaned, her body trembling as she came, her stomach muscles contracting visibly even beneath her shirt.
My full name on her lips pushed me past the point of no return. I grunted as my release hit me, cum spilling onto my stomach and hand in hot pulses.
