“You can look, but you can’t touch, Ry,” she agrees, her voice rough and sultry. “Tell me how you want me to make myself come,” she whimpers, nibbling on her lower lip.
I’m hit with a wave of elation that she wants me here, that she feels comfortable being vulnerable with me. My heart swells as much as my dick does at the notion. “You’re so damn beautiful, Lola,” I praise, drinking in every inch of her soft, fuckable,gorgeousbody glowing from the moonlight. “How’s that toy feel?”
“Not as good as you would,” she pants between gasps of pleasure, cresting closer to her peak from my presence alone.
“You’re absolutely right, but we aren’t going there now. Your rules, not mine. I want you to pretend it’s me fucking you right now,” I tell her, unbuckling my belt, the sharp sound of metal clanging through the small room.
She plunges the toy deep inside until it disappears, save for the rounded handle.
“That’s right, Lols. If I were inside you, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I’d have to beall the way inside you.”
“Mhmm, I— Oh god, I wantthat,” she cries out, the hand pumping the toy in and out of her moving quicker and more erratically.
“Slow it down, baby. I’d take my time with you, burying myself in your perfect pussy like it was my one and only opportunity to make up for lost time.” She slows her ministrations, pulling her lip between her teeth as she watches me unfasten my jeans, my cock springing free.
“So big,” she mutters, her back arching into her hand.
“Remember how I’d stretch you out so well, darlin’? You’d milk every last drop of cum from me, wouldn’t you?”
I wrap a hand around my base, tugging gently, making sure I don’t finish before she does. It’s a damn hard task.
“Yes! I want you in my mouth,please,”she whines, and I almost give in, but I’m determined to keep my distance until she can tell me she wants me when she doesn’t have an eight-inch silicone rod in her wet cunt.
“Uh, uh, you said no touchin’. These are your rules. Now, lift your shirt and let me see those pretty nipples.”
She does as I say, and I just about die right here. I’d die a happy man, though, so I’m not complaining.R-I-P to me.
“Show me how you like them touched,” I demand, my tone harsher than I meant it, but it’s difficult to keep my voice even with how goddamn hard my cock is. I run the pad of my thumb over the head, lubricating my tip with precum.
Her desperate moans fill the room as she plucks at her nipples, twisting and tugging on them the way I plan to with my mouth as soon as she realizesshe’s mine, in every sense of the word.
“What about your clit? Do you need to touch it to get off?” I ask, delirious with need. I want her orgasm as badly as she does, and I’m three seconds from sucking on her clit myself to see to it.
“Usually, but right now, I think a warm breeze could finish me off,” she groans, and I chuckle in response.
“Unless you’ve got a window cracked, I think I’m gonnaneed to see my wife pull that vibrator out and coat her fingers in her wetness.”
She does as I command, removing the vibrator with a softpop, only to be separated by her delicate fingers. She removes them, now coated in her arousal, quick to replace them, plunging the vibrator deep, releasing a loud moan that tightens my balls and makes me feel like the luckiest man on the planet to be in the presence of such a magnificent woman. I wish I could suck her fingers clean and have her coming on my cock, but I can’t. Not yet.Not tonight.
“Now, spread those pussy lips for me, Lola. I wanna see your needy clit before you come around my cock,” I tell her.
She slides her fingers through her slickness once more, spreading her middle and ring fingers to splay herself open for me. “So stunning, Lola. There isn’t a single part of you that isn’t perfect.”
“If I’m so perfect,”—she pauses only to moan, swirling her fingers around her clit as if to enunciate each word—“why won’t you let me choke on your dick?”
“You know why. Now don’t be a brat. I want to see what a mess you can make, darlin’.”
She throws her head back, soft curls spread out around her. Her tits heave, both hands working as she plunges the vibrator deeper, her movements frantic. My hand matches her pace, the edges of my periphery blurring.
I’m struggling to take a full breath as she calls out my name, her eyes locked on me as she comes, her moans loud. It isn’t long before I’m following quickly behind her.
I imagine her contracting around my hard length, my cock pulsing. Never once do my eyes leave her beautiful, writhing body. Heat rises in my throat, my neck arching as a guttural groan leaves my lips, and my dick spurts into my calloused palm.
I steady myself against her dresser, tucking my slowly deflating cock back into my jeans before heading to herbathroom for a couple of washcloths. I dampen one with warm water and take a seat beside her on her bed, feeling a lot less awkward than I had the other morning when she was writhing against me.
Lola’s lying with her forearms crossed over her face, her breaths shallow, dropping her arms to her chest when she feels the dip of the mattress from my weight.
She greets me with a sated smile and rosy cheeks, and my lips twitch with the knowledge thatI’mthe one responsible for the look of contentment warming her face.
