I turn around, and make my way into my room, scanning around until my eyes land on what I’m looking for. With a grin, I grab it, and run my hands over it, before I head back into the living room.
As soon as I enter, I find Chris waiting for me in the same position he was before, his eyes immediately drawn to what I have in my hand, and his eyes widen.
“Fuck,” he grunts, and my eyes fall to his hands, seeing him rub his cock over his boxers.
I lick my lips. “Take it off.”
His fingers curl around the hem, and he tugs his boxers off, throws them away, his cock bobbing free, long and hard, and glistening at the tip.
Chris drops his hands to his lap, his fingers an inch away from curling around his cock, but I reach out and cover his hand with mine, arching a brow at him. “Don’t touch yourself.”
A deep groan escapes his throat and he reluctantly lets his hands fall away. My lips curl into a smile as I push the button, the roaring sound of the vibrator filling the silence between us.
A strained exhale escapes him. “If I have to watch you play with your pussy and can’t touch myself I’ll die,” he says, his chest heaving with each breath.
I grin wider as I close the distance between us, chuckling. And people sayI’mthe dramatic one. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to watchmeuse it.”
His eyebrows knit together in confusion. “What do you—Ohhhh fuck.” He groans when I place the vibrator against his cock, letting the ripples of pleasure run through him. Another moan leaves his lips as I run the vibrator along his cock. “God, Gabi.”
“Mmmm.” I smile, loving how needy he looks right now. “That’s it, baby. Let me hear you.”
“Fuck,” he moans again, tipping his head back when I circle it around the tip of his cock. His hips buck up, chasing the friction, and the pleasure. “Let me touch you,” he says, sounding so deliciously desperate as he moves his hips faster. “Please.”
“Uh uh,” I murmur, shaking my head slowly. A teasing smile plays on my lips as I pull the toy away. “Hands on your knees.”
An aggravated groan leaves him, but he does as I say, placing both hands flat on his knees, just like I instructed him to. Heat fills my core, and I can feel my pussy dripping at the sight of Chris naked, and desperate to come. Soft, beautiful noises escaping his lips.
I straighten up, slowly sliding off my jeans and underwear, letting them pool around my ankles before stepping out of them. Chris’s eyes zone in on my pussy, his eyes growing darker as hewatches my every move. I love his eyes on me. I love how he looks at me like he wants to devour me. Like he needs me to survive.
I tug my tank top off over my head, standing completely naked in front of him.
His eyes slide up my body until he locks in on my tits, and he lets out a deep groan. “Fuck. This is torture.”
My lips curl into a smile and I shake my head. “You don’t even know the half of it,” I tease.
He breathes hard, looking confused. “What do you mean?”
I climb on top of him, positioning myself on his lap, my legs on either side of his. His cock is so close to my pussy, I can almost feel him. Chris’s breaths quicken, his hands moving to make room for me on the couch, but he doesn’t touch me. Placing them beside his legs, he looks up at me, waiting for my next move.
I turn on the vibrator, and his eyes widen, his lips parting on a shaky breath. They follow the vibrator as I bring it down between us, and place it just right so it hits my clit, and rubs against his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, sliding his cock against the vibrator.
“Yes,” I moan, grinding against the toy, feeling the heat of his cock brush against me.
Chris squeezes his eyes closed, his fists curled up on the couch. “Gabi… mmfuck.” His whimpers make me wetter, and I grasp the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair.
“Look at me,” I tell him, breathing hard as my clit vibrates and pleasure rolls through me.
His eyes snap open, and he looks at me as I grind on his lap, moving my hips so my clit makes contact with the vibrator.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts, tipping his head back. “I’m gonna come.”
“No you’re not.” My tongue darts out, tracing along his throat, feeling his Adam’s apple ripple beneath it. “Be a good boy and wait for me.”
He lets out a soft whimper, shaking his head. “I can’t.”
My fingers tangle in his hair as I give him a slight tug. “Yes you can. I want you to come inside me.” He moans at my words, moving his hips even faster. “Don’t come yet.”
