She looks down at my lap. “I said that I’d like to watch too.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out. Unbuckling my belt, I keep my eyes locked with hers. “What do you want me to do? You’re going to have to be specific.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows. “I can do that,” she says quietly, lips parting as my fingers work to unbutton, unzip, and fold open the front of my pants.
My dick strains against the material of my navy boxer briefs, a wet spot expanding where the tip of my dick rubs lightly. “Tell me, Crowne, because I’m more than eager to know,” I start to ask, dragging my palm over my lap, “how would you put my mouth to use right now?”
She gives me the most tantalizing tilt of her mouth, just before she turns, showing off the beautiful curve of her ass.Fuck, I want to bite it.
My dick twitches again at the thought. I squeeze my hand over it as she crawls up to the headboard of her bed. The brief pressure of my grip has me grinding out a sound that comes from somewhere deep in my chest.
Keeping me on edge, she perches herself against the ornate wooden headboard. It would only take a few steps to reach her. I’d drag her down the length of the bed and eat every drop of arousal her pussy is making for me. Pretty puckered nipples peek through the satin of her bra, and the illusion of light mixed with the color being so close to the tone of her skin, I can almost imagine what they look like naked. The fullness of her tits moves in time with her labored breathing as she finally answers me.
“I’d very much like you to suck on these,” she says, drawing fingers in circles around the tips of her nips. “Paying attention to the way I react as you change from licking...to sucking...to dragging them between your teeth, just enough...”
I groan. “Tell me to touch myself, Doc.” I sound out of breath, barely holding my shit together from just a few words. My fingers dig into the plush leather arms of my chair, trying to keep myself in check.
A slow smile pulls at her lips as she reaches behind her back and unclasps the bra so that her tits spill out with a bounce.
Fucking hell.
“Touch yourself, Julian,” she demands smoothly. “I want to see.”
The head of my dick rubs at the waistband as I push the material down. I wrap my palm around the shaft and give my balls a good tug before I rock my wrist and pulse my grip. “Fuuuck,” leaves me on an exhale as I tip my head back.
When I bring my gaze back to her, she licks at her bottom lip before biting into it. “I didn’t think I could get so turned on by watching you work yourself like that.”
Another groan leaves my throat before I make my demand. “Show me.”
Her cheeks flush, and I notice the music looping in the background. The same song, like time doesn’t matter, only the reality that she hasn’t even touched me, and this might be one of the most intimate, sexy moments of my entire life.
She opens her knees, feet pressed to the mattress below her as she drags the material of her panties to the side, gifting me with a beautiful sight. Pink and puffy, warmed up, and if I had permission, I know my tongue would swipe along that perfect slit and she’d taste so fucking good.
One finger finds her clit immediately, then two. She drags them between her pussy lips, dipping ever-so-sweetly into her cunt so she can glide her wetness around where she wants.
My fingers pulse tighter, and I shift, slouching lower in the chair. My wrist drags up slowly, mimicking her moves and squeezing the tip where pre-cum beads and leaks along my knuckles.
“That’s it, spread your juice around for me. Get everything nice and wet.” I exhale and relax deeper into the chair. “I want to see what makes you feel good.”
“Oh god.” A shaky breath leaves her, cheeks tinging a deeper pink as she drags her fingers up and down, from clit to slit and repeats it until her middle finger is coated and dipping inside her, all the way to her knuckle and back out again.
I exhale loudly, not realizing I’ve been holding my breath as I watch, transfixed.
“Don’t forget to breathe,” she says teasingly.
“Can’t help it,” I rasp as I work my grip up and down at a measured pace. “Not sure I’ve caught my breath since the fucking moment I saw you.” Her eyes meet mine as my arousal drips across my fisted fingers. “I’ve thought about this—you touching yourself like this—on your knees for me, me on mine for you...” I admit in a low, quiet voice.
She shifts her body up, fingers working her clit while the other hand moves up to her tits, playing with her nipples. “On my knees? Doing what?”
My wrist moves faster as her breathing picks up, a smile dancing on my lips. “Swallowing my cock, riding my face, fucking in my lap, slipping it into your ass—Fuck.” I already feel like I could blow as I watch her two fingers stretch her cunt, working their way in and out. The sound of it, wet and sloppy, makes my dick even harder.
Her legs butterfly out, dropping to the mattress as she says, “I’ve already enjoyed your fingers. Your cock, however...” She moans, looking at my dick as if she’s never wanted anything more. “I know it’ll fit so tight.”
The thought of it has my skin slicked, my tongue numbing as I watch and listen to her work herself. I try slowing, loosening my grip—fuuuuck.
“Don’t stop,” she rushes out. “Don’t you fucking stop.” Arching her back, her chest expands and collapses with each breath as her fingers dip and glide. Sweat slicks between her breasts and the deviant sounds of our arousals mixed with the escaping moans pushes me further. I squeeze my cock tighter. The tendons in my forearms flex as I swipe my thumb along the slit, slicking from rim to crown, and back down, easingthe friction of my palm. I stretch my legs wide and fight every instinct I have not to get up and go to her.
Her thighs quiver, and my breathing stutters. “Julian,” she says in a breathy plea. “I want to see you come.”
