He unzips his jeans, too, while he watches. Soon his prick
is settled firmly in his fist and he pumps it slowly as he
watches me caress my body with my hands acting like his.
I have seen him do this before, stroke himself erect, give
himself a few quick pumps now and then. I've never
watched him finish this way. He's always done it in my
mouth, or my hand, or in my body.
'Take off your panties,' he whispers in a voice rough-
edged with need.
I can't remember him ever saying that to me before.
They've always just…come off. But now I slide the cotton
and satin down to end up on the floor next to my jeans. I
try not to think about the couch under my bare flesh, or
wish we'd at least put down a blanket.
When he groans, I'm no longer distracted. I can't focus on
When he groans, I'm no longer distracted. I can't focus on
anything but my hand moving between my legs and his
moving on his cock. I'm wet and my fingers slip and slide.
I push two inside myself, echoing the motion he's making.
It's like my fingers are his prick, his fist my pussy. Our
bitten-back moans come at the same time.
My clitoris is hard. Rigid. When I brush it with my
fingertips I want to arch and squirm, thrust my hips. I want
to fil myself deep with something hard. I want to ride his
dick while my clit rubs his hard bely.
I want to come.
My hand moves faster between my legs. My other hand
finds my nipples, which I twist and tug in time to the
thrusting of my fingers. My knees fal open and my head
fals back. The arm of the couch is unyielding, but I push
against it anyway.
The couch dips as he moves closer to me. He's on his
knees, his jeans and boxers tangled on his ankles. He
stops just long enough to pul his shirt over his head, the
sleeves going inside out as it flutters to the floor. Then his
hand is back on his dick and his other is on my hip.
I stop rubbing my clit, thinking he's going to take over.
That he means to cover me with his body and push up
inside me. Every nerve is singing now, and I want that. I
want him to fuck me, but he doesn't.
'Don't stop, Paige,' he says. 'I want to watch you.'
So my hand moves back between my legs and my fingers
stil, going slower even though he's hand-fucking himself
ever faster. I want to draw it out, make it last, build the
pleasure.
My breath is coming in short, harsh pants and my hips are
moving al on their own. I'm so close I could come only by
thinking about it. I take my clit between my thumb and first
finger and squeeze, just gently. Just softly. Just enough.
Everything contracts at once. My pussy, my ass, my clit.
