I can feel my hard-on start to fade, but she spreads her legs which, of course, distracts me into looking straight at her. She knows too. That devious smirk graces her beautiful lips as she tilts one of her tits so that she’s sucking on her own nipple, and I’m done for. I let go. Again. And finally stop feeling like I’m about to die of a heart attack.
Panting, I slit my eyes. “Go on, D. It’s your turn. Show me how wet you are.”
The shift in dynamic always fucks with my head.
She goes from being bossy and cocky to shy. She offers me her fingers, and I see the gleaming slick coating them.
“Taste them for me.”
She lifts them to her mouth and sucks on each one.
“How do you taste?”
“Like I need you.”
“Fuck. I just bet you do. You got used to orgasms on tap, didn’t you? Do you miss that?”
Whimpering, she nods.
“Words, baby.”
“I do. I miss you so much.” She spreads her legs a touch wider and circles her slit. “I need you, Zach.”
“Just like I need you. Where’s my gift?” Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.“Get it out.”
She retrieves the bullet vibrator. I know she has one here, even scoped out the model, but because she was sure airport security would find it in her stuff,she refused to take it along.
I rectified that once I realized she was going to go without outside help for the duration.
Screw that.
Her running it over her folds has me licking my lips in anticipation. “I’m going to fuck you while you use that one day, baby. Maybe when I’m back in Madrid so I can think about the weeks we’ve been apart and how jealous I am of that toy.”
She sinks deeper into the pillows with a moan.
“I’m going to roll you onto your knees so I can get as much of my cock in you as possible.” That earns me a mewl. “And then I’m going to fuck you until you don’t know where I end and you begin.
"You’ll have two jobs. One is to keep me inside you, to never let me go, and the second is to hold that to your clit and come as many times as possible.”
“Oh, fuck, Zach. I want that so much.”
“You can have it.” Because even edging doesn’t mess with my refractory period, of course, my dick is back at full staff. “All of it. Look at me, Denny. All of this is for you. Every inch. It wants in you so bad, you’ve no idea.”
She rolls her hips, rocking into the vibe with a hiss. I recognize the signs and know she’s approaching her climax.
“I can’t wait until I get to come in you. Until I can make you sit on my face so I can devour you. You’re going to be so sore from so many orgasms, baby?—”
“Zach!” she cries, but my name’s broken. Torn in two. Split. Because fuck, I hear her need and know that it’s good. All release is. But it’s not the same.
“I know, gorgeous,” I rumble, slowing down the pumping of my fist. “We’ll be back together soo?—”
“Zach?!”
“Pecan, fuck off,” I snap, head whipping around to glower at him as I partially close my screen. “How many times do I have to tell you? Between five and seven is Denny time on Tuesdays!”
His shoulders drop. “Sorry, man. I forgot.”
“Hey, Peeks,” Denny greets, but her voice is breathy and that Pecan got to hear it makes me want to strangle him.
