Still smiling, the wheels turned behind her eyes as she worked her lips between her teeth. I held her stare, watching a decision form, shifting her gaze from curious to heated. Making a point to keep her hands by her side or behind her, she inched her way across couch until she sat right in front of me.
“Will you tell me if I do something that bothers you? Anything at all.”
“Oaklyn—”
“Yes, or I’m going back to that side of the couch.”
“Yes,” I answered, my cheek twitching at her warning.
“Good.” Slowly, as she held my stare, she leaned in and pressed her lips to the corner of my mouth.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to become more. I licked at her mouth, wanting to taste her again, and she almost fell when she leaned close to get more of me. Not stopping the kiss, I placed her hands on my shoulders, pulling my mouth back enough to say against her lips, “I’m fine with being touched, especially by you. Just nothing too aggressive.”
“But you can touch me that way, right?” she asked breathlessly.
“Oh, fuck yes. I plan on touching you any way I can.” I pressed my lips to hers. “Gently.” Then I nipped at her lips. “Or roughly. Any.” Kiss. “Way.” Kiss. “I can.”
My hands trailed down her arms, over her breasts, and gripped the edge of her sweater, tugging it back over her head. She held the edge of my shirt and hesitated. I hated that she needed to hesitate, but also appreciated the fact that she did. With a slight nod from me, she tugged it off and moved back to kissing me.
And something I’d only managed to do with Oaklyn, I closed my eyes and savored the taste of her as I tugged her closer, pulling her into my chest. Her soft skin pressed to mine. I had to pull back to breathe through the excitement of the sensation.
“Callum,” she breathed nipping at my lips. “Can you…”
“It’s okay. Ask me.” I urged her when she paused. I wasn’t sure what she planned to ask, but I wanted to try.
“Can we start slow? Can I, can I watch you while you watch me? No touching, yet.”
I tried and lost the fight to hide my wince.
“Okay. That’s okay,” she rushed to reassure me. “I’m just selfish to see you. More than in a dark corner or out of sight behind me.”
“It would only be fair since I’ve watched you,” I joked, but it was empty. I looked down, ashamed to have my weaknesses laid out in front of her.
After a pause, her eyebrows shot up. “I have an idea.”
Oaklyn stood and moved the overstuffed chair into the corner. She then came back and pulled me to stand before leading me to the chair. Once I was seated, she turned off all the lights until only the kitchen light illuminated the couch and almost hid me completely. Then she perched herself on the cushions, facing me.
“Pretend you’re at Voyeur,” she whispered.
I didn’t deserve her, but I watched her anyway. I watched her shimmy her leggings down and part her thighs. I watched her tug the lace of her bra aside and pluck at her nipples before dropping a hand to between her legs. She teased, rolling her head back on her shoulders before, pushing the material aside and exposing her wet pussy to me.
My hips flexed, and I groaned, dragging my hand down the erection straining against my pants. Her breaths urged me on, and I unzipped my jeans, the rasp screaming my intentions. Her eyes flickered in my direction but immediately went back to the ceiling. Her fingers circled her opening, and I pulled my cock out of my pants, stroking the hard flesh, not once taking my eyes from her.
“Callum,” she breathed, sinking her fingers inside herself, fucking her core. I mimicked her movements, groaning at the intimacy of the moment. The way I was completely consumed by watching her, consumed by the sounds of our breathing happening in sync as though we were actually fucking.
The emotions raged through me and sunk straight to my balls. Swelling inside me, making me feel bigger than my bones, like I could conquer anything. Like an addict, I craved more. I wanted more from her.
“Oaklyn,” I moaned. “Look at me.” Without hesitation her eyes dropped to mine, holding my gaze, somehow not sinking lower to watch my fist on my cock. “Watch me.”
She did, and my dick twitched, jumping at attention under her stare. Her fingers matched the movement of my strokes and her whole body undulated under the pressure. Her whimpers growing louder and coming faster.
“Come with me. Callum, come with me.”
Her thumb snaked out to rub at her clit and her body tightened, her thighs flexing and spreading as her core tightened around her fingers.
And I came.
With her eyes on me, I stroked my cock until white ropes of cum shot across my chest.
