As I peer at her and stroke myself and these fantasies play out, I see her reservations melt away.
The flush deepens on her cheeks, and she slides her hands under her shirt, reaching behind herself. It takes me a second longer to realize she’s taking off her bra.
She maneuvers the straps down her shoulders, then out from her sleeves, and finally pulls it free from under her shirt.
Her nipples are hard.
Visibly fucking hard.
She leans forward and takes my free hand, bringing it up for a feel. I groan as my large palm fills up with the soft mound of fat then brushes against the hard pebble that’s her nipple.
But I’ve got enough sense to let her keep guiding me. Let her wrap her smaller hand over mine and give her breast a light squeeze.
We go at her pace. Whatever she needs to feel comfortable.
I’m still stroking myself. My fist slides up and down my pulsing hard cock as I get to feel up her tits. Another burst of pleasure rolls through me.
My hips buck against the air, desperate to be inside something warm and wet.
Jhene’s pussy.
The anticipation’ll have to do for now. I grit my teeth and fist myself as Jhene presses more kisses to my lips. Her hand hasn’t moved from mine, still fondling one of her tits.
I flick my tongue to her lips then slide my way inside. She shudders as our kiss deepens, though slower now.
In a way, it’s more intense like this.
I take my time massaging my tongue to hers and letting the heat kindle between us. Her hand drops from mine, and suddenly she’s shifting on the bed again.
…she’s fussing with her pants.
Fuck!
My cock throbs in my grasp as I realize she’s pulling them off. She’s sliding her hand down the front of her panties for my viewing pleasure and touching herself.
Her eyelids have lowered, almost closed altogether, though she manages to meet my gaze anyway.
That is ’til her fingers seem to circle herself and pleasure shoots through her and she can’t take it. Then her eyes are snapping the rest of the way shut and her whole body’s quaking. She falls back against the mattress, thighs propped open, hand jammed in between.
Fuck… fuck… fuck…
The mere sight drives my own pleasure.
My fist glides faster down my dick, then up again. Tension tightens my muscles, and it takes all the self-control I have to hold on.
To let myself enjoy the view for as long as possible.
The panty fabric obscures her pussy from view… but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what she’s doing. That I can’t make out the imprint of her fingers pressing against the thin fabric as she touches herself and throws her head back in delight.
Her curls spill across the sheets and her mouth drops open. Her thighs squeeze against the hand that’s stuck between them, and her ministrations increase.
So do mine.
I grunt and fist myself, imagining what her pussy looks like. Imagining both of us finally coming together and feeling the pleasure as one.
For now, together but separate’ll have to do—and it does, as the pressure builds and then reaches its peak.
Jhene peers hazily at me as I come. She watches how I jerk at my cock frantically and then ropes of cum stream out. She licks at her lips and presses her fingers to herself, crying out hoarsely as she follows me over the edge.
