“Is someone having difficulty with that command?”
“Yes, Sir, very much. Our legs are touching,” I lamented, confused by him. My bottom lip quivered, as I wanted nothing more than to run my hands freely all over his body.
“You’ve been a naughty girl. You drank way too much tonight. I shouldn’t even be here. I don’t fuck drunk women.”
“Oh,” I said, my face falling in disappointment.
“Now, where were we? Spread that pussy for me again. Let me see it up close.”
I didn’t know what was happening, but I didn’t want to question it too deeply, so I lifted my gaze to his and reached up to my hair. It fell in waves and cascaded down my body when I pulled the hair tie out. Leaning back against my side of the couch, I threw my leg over the back of it.
I paused for a brief moment, took a deep breath, and let the pent-up sexual energy flood the room. “Ivan, touching isn’t fucking.”
He looked at me, and it was like staring into a mirror. That ocean-deep intensity—the one I’d always drowned in—burned between us, ravenous and unrelenting. Whatever this was, he was just as wrecked by it as I was. My attention drifted lower, tracing the lines of his body, unable to stop myself.
His cock twitched, pushing against the fabric. Noticing that my eyes were lingering on his raging erection, he ran his hand down the front of his boxer briefs.
“Do you want to touch this?” he asked wickedly as he massaged himself.
I tugged on my nipples, letting out a soft and appreciative moan. Keeping my focus glued to his hand, my own ran up and down my legs. From my knees up, I trailed my fingertips longingly up my inner thighs. I stopped at the satiny crease between my legs and pussy.
“Before, you said you were half tempted to take it out and stroke it while you watched me. What can I do to get you to actually do that?” I breathed, my face flushing.
He grinned at my question. God, I missed this part of us. He continued to tease me by rubbing himself. “Make that pussy drip for me, little love.”
I sucked in my breath and nodded, sliding my hands all the way up my inner thighs. “Like this, my beloved?”
Using my fingers, I once again spread myself for him. I snaked my finger down my pussy, parting my lips and spreading my juices along my slit. Lifting a finger to my clit, I displayed how wet I was for him. My heart raced as I gathered my essence on my fingers and brought it up in front of him. I rubbed my middle finger against my thumb, teasing him with how slick I was.
Smiling wickedly, I asked, “Would you like a taste, Blade?”
I raised my finger to his beautiful lips, and he didn’t hesitate at all. He greedily licked my finger and then drew it deep into his mouth, letting out a low groan. I shivered in response, loving the sound.
Without breaking eye contact, he stood and removed his boxer briefs. He firmly took his fully aroused cock in his hand and caressed it from base to tip. I licked my lips as I intently watched him, trying to learn what rhythm he liked.
My breathing changed as I grew more and more aroused from watching him stroke his cock. I bit down on my lip. There was something so erotic about watching him touch himself. My own fingers hovered over my pussy, waiting for him to give me permission.
“You may touch my pussy now.”
Sighing in relief, I leaned back, still watching his hand on his cock. I boldly slid two fingers down my swollen pussy before slipping them inside.
We stayed like this for several minutes—him stroking his shaft, while I fucked myself, feeling completely euphoric. I set a methodical rhythm of moving my fingers in small, gentle circles over my clit and then back down to dip inside. He moved in harmony with me. Our moans mingled as each self-caress we did increased the tension and arousal in our bodies.
“Mm-hmm. Oh. Right on the edge like you like me,” I murmured, my eyelids fluttering closed as I continued.
“You’re so fucking wet I can hear your fingers moving in and out of you, so damn dirty,” he crooned before adding, “You’re dripping so beautifully right now.”
Grinning, I motioned toward his cock. “I’m not the only one. Your blade is leaking magnificently.”
A wry smile played on his lips as he looked down at the small puddle of precum dripping. I wanted to wrap my lips around it and taste him. Desperately wanting to tempt him, I buried my fingers as far as I could inside my pussy. The slick sound it made had me moaning with pleasure.
I pulled my fingers out and rubbed them together once again, before saying, “I’m a good sharer. Want some?”
He held his breath as I leaned toward him. I extended my hand, and my fingers brushed over the head of his cock as I lent him my wetness.
He jerked at my touch, sucking in a deep breath. His cock throbbed under my fingers. It was like that day in the playroom when I’d edged him, and he raised his eyebrows in warning.
The alcohol had me feeling bolder than ever, though, so I tilted my head and flashed a knowing grin. Looking down at his cock, I curled my wet fingers around his thick shaft and followed his hand down on its stroke.
