The image in front of me is so damn hot it has me gripping my cock through my boxers. It’s not enough relief, though, so I slip my hand inside and stroke myself.
“Do you like what you see?” she asks, her confidence restored.
Do I like it? I could make myself come in about ten seconds flat, but where’s the fun in that? Pulling my boxers off and tossing them on the floor, I sit up to get a good look at the woman in front of me.
“Get on your hands and knees for me, Claire, because I’m gonna fuck you from behind. I’m gonna watch you ride my dick with my name on your back.”
She gasps as she rolls over and lifts up, kneeling in front of me with her hands braced on the mattress. The motion makes my jersey ride up and holy hell. She’s completely bare under my sweater and my dirty words are having the desired effect.
My hands roam up her legs until they find purchase on her hips. My dick is rock hard, and I need to find a condom soon. I’m leaking precum on her bare ass cheeks because my dick has a mind of its own.
“I want to fill you up with my fingers, Claire. I’m gonna make you feel so good you see stars. Is that what you want?”
“Yes. Please,” she says, practically begging, even though we’re just getting started.
Leaning my body over hers, I reach out to grab my bag from the floor, grateful that I was running late and didn’t have time to toss it in the closet. Fishing what I need out of the front pocket, I toss it on the bed before straightening up. I’m about to put my hands right back where they belong when Claire stills in front of me. Rising up, she turns her face toward me.
“You need something?” I ask, stroking my cock and loving the expression on her face as she watches.
“Yeah, I have a question. Well, it’s really more of a request.”
“What’s that, Claire?” I ask, my voice dropping. “You want me to touch you? To get you wet and ready for my cock?”
I see heat bloom in her cheeks and I’m guessing her face isn’t the only thing that’s getting hotter.
“I want that,” she tells me, pushing her perfect ass back toward me. But I also want this,” she says, reaching her hand and trailing over my t-shirt covered torso. “Take your shirt off, Pete. I want to see you. I want to feel your body on mine.”
Fuck it.
What Claire wants, Claire gets. And that includes my naked chest. Reaching behind my head, I tug off the tee and fling it to the ground before picking up a foil packet and gliding the condom onto my rock-hard dick.
She puts her hands back down on the mattress as I tease the opening of her entrance with the tip of my cock.
Goddamn.
Her pussy is soaked.
“What did you do while you waited for me, Claire?” I ask, even though the answer is clear. “Did you touch yourself?”
“Yes,” she pants, pushing back toward me like she needs the contact, andfuck, so do I.
“Did you make yourself come or were you waiting for me?” The answer doesn’t really matter. Either choice is equally hot, but when she turns back toward me, her cheeks a rosy pink, I can make an educated guess.
“You got yourself off in between these sheets?” I ask, lust coursing through my veins as I watch her head bob in confirmation. “You finger-fucked yourself with my name on your back?” I ask, my inner caveman rising to the surface.
The image is so hot that my cock swells as it slips past the wet pink lips of her pussy. “What were you thinking about?” I ask, gripping her hips as I push myself another inch inside her.
A soft moan falls from her mouth, and I watch with rapt attention as her body moves on mine.
Her perfect, greedy pussy is swallowing my cock inch by inch. The ass I love so much is writhing and wiggling. My jersey is draped across her back. I’m convinced nothing could be hotter than this very moment, but then Claire opens her eyes and peers at me over her shoulder.
“I was thinking about you—about us,” she tells me, biting down on her lip. “I was thinking about how much I love it when you fill me up. About the way your fingers feel when they slip inside me. About how good it feels when your cock is deep inside me.”
Her words are a match, and I go up in flames as I sink my cock into her just the way she was imagining when she stroked herself to orgasm an hour ago in this bed. I pump into her in shallow thrusts as my hands move from her hips to her waist. Splaying one hand across her belly, I position the other so it’s just below her breasts, and I guide her upso that her back is against my chest, the fabric of my jersey between us.
“Is this okay?” I ask. “Can you reach the headboard if you need to hold onto something?”
Instead of answering right away, she tips her head back so that it rests on my shoulder, and she flashes those beautiful blue eyes at me. “This is more than okay.”
