Page 99 of Second Chance with Seth
I lean up on my elbows, gazing at him. “Have those dreams led to anything even more interesting?” I ask and he chuckles.
“Fuck… yeah.”
I reach out, rubbing my fingers over the bulge at the front of his jeans, and he sucks in a breath, letting it out slowly, his eyes closing for a moment before he grabs my hand.
“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” he says, putting down the vibrator as he leans over to unbutton my blouse. I lie back, letting him, and although he releases my hand, I keep still, watching his every move.
Once all the buttons are undone, he pulls my blouse from my shoulders, then sits me up slightly, removing it completelybefore he quickly unfastens my bra, disposing of that as well, and laying me back down, feasting his eyes on my naked breasts. He licks his lips, but doesn’t do anything, other than undo my jeans, tugging them down, along with my panties.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he murmurs, gathering up my clothes and dropping them to the floor behind him before he hands me the vibrator.
I take it from him, smiling as he lies beside me, leaning up on one elbow to get a better view.
“I’d like a demonstration, too,” I say, staring up at him.
“What of?”
“Of whatever it is you’ve been doing while you’ve been away.” I nod towards the bulge in his jeans, and he smiles.
“You wanna watch me jerk off?”
“Yes, please.”
He kneels up again, pulling his shirt off over his head, without bothering to unbutton it, and then he unfastens his jeans, yanking them down, along with his trunks, standing to complete the task, and removing his shoes and socks at the same time. I keep my eyes fixed on his magnificent erection, and as he lies back down again, I focus on his hand and the way he grips his shaft, turning on the vibrator, and touching it to my clit.
“Oh…” I moan, convulsing into the jolt of pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s good, babe,” he murmurs.
“Is it how you imagined it would be?”
“Better,” he says, stroking himself a little faster. “Does it make your clit throb?”
“Yeah.” I press a little harder, making my body shudder.
“I had such amazing dreams about watching you come,” he says.
“Just watching?”
“Most of the time. There was one where I got a little more involved.”
“In what way?”
He kneels up. “Like this,” he says, shifting up the bed slightly, so he’s right above me, giving me the best possible view of his straining arousal. Before I have a chance to say a word of admiration, he reaches down, inserting a finger inside me.
“Oh… yes.”
“You like that?”
“I love it.”
He adds a second finger, somehow focusing on pleasuring both of us at the same time.
“You’re so f—fucking hot,” he whispers, struggling to speak, and I wonder if that means he’s close. I know I am.
“Please… Please give me your come.”
“Where?”
