Following her eyes as they tracked my movements, she regarding how I stroked the silver barbell pierced through the underside on the ascent. I could see her brain taking mental notes, and that just wouldn’t do. I wanted that brain turned off.
“Clothes. Off.” I commanded.
She looked back at the baby monitor on the arm of thesofa and I reached past her, snatching it and turning it face down on the ottoman. I had the sound on, so if Charlie was to wake up, we would hear it. But, in this moment, I wanted her attention focused on herself, not all the things that needed to be taken care of.
I glanced back at her, quirking an eyebrow, silently questioning why she wasn’t naked. She huffed a sigh of annoyance as she stood up and sauntered over to stand between my legs. She fingered the hem of her broken in sweatshirt as she raised it above her head.
God, almighty.
She was bare under, and her breasts bounced free with the motion, situated perfectly at my eye level. She turned, bending forward to give me the most delicious view of her peachy ass, and repeated the motion with her shorts, sliding them down her toned legs and tossing them across the room to land on the recliner.
Seeing her, in all her naked glory, was like looking at a vision of Aphrodite. She was ethereal and delicate, but also strong and steady. Stella was everything I imagined the perfect woman to be. She was alsomine.
I resisted the urge to skate my hands up her creamy thighs as she brushed her own across her nipples. The buds peaked with the sensation and my cock twitched again in my hand. I ached to say ‘fuck it’ and throw her down on the sofa to have my way with her. This was going to be a lesson in self-restraint for me as well.
I was used to being the one to handle everything, but so was Stella. She had come so far in her journey of self reflection, blooming into the confidence I saw growing daily inside her.
She still struggled with letting go and relinquishing thereins, but I was determined to see her spark continue to ignite as I stood beside her fanning the flames.
I raised my eyes to hers as I leaned back and grabbed hold of my rigid cock.
“Other side of the couch, Trouble.” I said, nodding my head for her to sit at least two couch cushions away. My self-restraint was threadbare, so I didn’t trust myself not to take control with her so close.
She sat on the opposite end of the couch, facing me with her legs tucked under her body and her ass resting on her heels. The subtle position of submission had me closing my eyes and finding anything in my mind to keep me from blowing my load too early.
After envisioning the town librarian, a crotchety older lady with jowls like a bulldog, in a pink bikini, I opened my eyes to meet hers again, content that I wasn’t going to come in five seconds flat.
“Lean back and spread those pretty thighs for me. I want to see my favorite pussy.” The words came out breathless, and I watched her dutifully follow directions.
I could see the pulse in her neck flutter with my filthy words. I’d very quickly learned that my girl loved dirty talk. Lucky for her, it was turning out to be one of my favorite pastimes.
“Now, take two fingers and spread yourself apart. Are you dripping for me, pretty girl?”
A breathy moan coasted her lips as she spread her pussy open, and I saw the glistening evidence of her desire. She was soaked. I wanted nothing more than to lean over and lick a line from bottom to top, savoring the feel of her clit between my lips and tasting the sweetness between her thighs.
“Looks like my girl is soaked. Is that all for me, Trouble?”I questioned, softly stroking my cock. Her eyes watched my movements as her tongue darted out to wet her lips. She nodded.
“I need your words, baby,” I coaxed.
“Yes. Yes, it’s all for you,” she whined as she used her free hand to play with her nipple.
“Good girl,” I praised. “Now, let me see your hand.”
She leaned forward, putting her palm in mine. I folded all of her fingers down until the only one that remained was her middle finger, standing straight in the air. Such a vulgar gesture and I was about to make it even more so. I pulled her arm forward and wrapped my lips around her finger, swirling my tongue along the tip.
Her sharp intake of breath and lowering lids gave me all the encouragement I needed. I removed her finger and placed a quick kiss to the pad before releasing her hand.
“Now, use that finger to fuck yourself.” I commanded.
In a quick show of defiance, she inserted the same finger into her own mouth and sucked, gathering her taste and mine to rub on the small bundle of nerves at her apex.
Coasting her hand down the plane of her stomach, she swirled her middle finger over her clit. Her head leaned back in ecstasy, her eyes closing. But that just wouldn’t do.
“Eyes up here,” I scolded.
Her eyes snapped back to mine as her mouth dropped open with a low moan. She continued circling the bud as I stroked my cock in time with her movements.
“I want to watch as you take what you deserve, Stella.” I said through gritted teeth. The head of my cock throbbed with the need to cum, and I felt my balls rising in anticipation of release.
