“Nate? Do you have a—”
He cut her off. “Lift your wrists above your breasts. Lift them up here,” he said, tapping her cleavage, “So you can squeeze your tits together.”
She did as instructed, her clasped hands scrunched by the side of her face, as her elbows squeezed her breasts.
He dipped his hand between her legs, and she cried out. At last, he was touching her. She needed it so badly, needed him. He slid his fingers between her slick heat, up, down, up, down, building speed.
Suddenly, he stopped, and his fingers were on her breasts, sliding the wetness across her cleavage.
Holy shit. It hit her fully what he was about to do. He must have seen the moment of recognition in her eyes.
“You wanted me to come, didn’t you?“
She bit her lip, nodding.
“You still want me to?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Good. Because I’m fucking dying to,” he said, and thrust his hard cock between the tunnel of her breasts. His eyes closed in pleasure, his lips fell open, and he pumped. He fucked her breasts as her bound wrists held them in place, his dick sliding between the slickness he’d used to pave the way.
She watched, mesmerized as he moved on her, her mouth watering with each upstroke, each view of the shaft that she wanted to suck. She licked her lips.
“You want to suck me off, don’t you?” he said roughly.
“Yes.”
“You want me to be fucking your pretty little mouth right now?”
“Yes. God yes,” she said.
Another stroke. Another pump. “You want to taste me coming?”
“Yes, please.”
“I want that too,” he said, panting as he thrust harder, faster. His jaw twitched. His breathing grew erratic. “But right now, I am in motherfucking love with your perfect tits, and I don’t want to be anyplace else.”
“Then fuck me harder,” she said, her voice strong, guiding him on. She wasn’t going to just lie here. She was going to have some fun too. She was going to be the woman she loved being. Dirty and direct.
“You like that, don’t you?” he said, his lips curving in a grin as he thrust.
“I do. I do like it.”
“You like talking back. You like telling me how much you want my cock. You’ve been dying for it,” he said, as his hips began rocking faster, like a jackhammer.
“I love your dick, Nate. It’s a work of art. I want to see you come on me,” she said, her body heating to supernova levels as she urged him on. He stopped talking, and let her do the work. Gripping her breasts tighter, she guided him home. “Give it to me now,” she said, like a command. “Give it to me all over my body. I want to feel you come on my tits.”
“Oh fuck, Casey,” he shouted, groaning loudly as he released himself between her breasts, the warmth spreading up to her neck. He drew a deep exhalation, his arms shaking, his whole face contorted with pleasure.
So fucking beautiful and dirty at the same time. She loved every second of watching him come.
He moved off her and walked to the bathroom to grab some tissues. When he rejoined her, he wiped the evidence of his orgasm from between her breasts. He brought the tissue to the trashcan, then returned to her once more and untied her wrists. She reached for him, eager to draw him near, wanting more from him.
“Will you please?”
He shook his head. “Show me.”
“Show you what?”
“Show me how you touch yourself. If I left right now, I know you’d masturbate. I want to watch you get yourself off.”
Pressing a hand on each knee, he gently guided her legs open for him.
“Look at you,” he said, licking his lips as he stared greedily at her center, his strong chest rising and falling. He seemed to breathe her in. “So wet. So pretty. So pink. I want to see you run your fingers through that pretty, pink pussy.”
Wetness beaded between her legs, calling out for her touch. God only knew, she’d be stroking herself something fierce tonight if he left, so she did it now. No point in waiting. Her body would launch a mutiny if she didn’t give in to its demand.
She ran her fingers across her aching clit and closed her eyes, throwing her head back, giving in to the first possibility of sweet release from this mad desire that had been escalating in her all day long.
“Open your eyes,” he told her and she did. “Look at me the whole time. Look at me. I’m the one you’re getting off to. Tell me how good it feels.”
She panted and moaned as she rubbed faster. “It feels so good, Nate.”
“What am I doing to you?”
“You’re teasing me, that’s what you’re doing,” she said, speaking the truth.
He smiled. “I know. I love it. I love teasing you. But what am I doing when I’m not teasing you?”
“I’m imagining you entering me for the first time,” she said, stroking faster. He groaned, and she saw his dick grow harder. She thrilled at his physical response to her, at the way he seemed barely able to control the lust she inspired.
“You have no idea how much I’ve thought about that,” he said in a low and dirty voice.
Her fingers flew faster, her wetness spreading. “I want you inside me, Nate. I want to feel you fill me up,” she said, locking her eyes with his. “I want you all the way in me.”
She cried out, her belly tightening, her orgasm coming into view. There on the other side it raced closer, ever closer, and she concentrated, seeking it out desperately.