Page 52 of The Way We Touch
“Just some spicy romance. This one’s about a man who pushes away everyone who loves him because his father was abusive.”
“Sounds vaguely familiar.”
“Then he meets a feisty redhead with a killer bod, and he can’t keep his hands off her.”
This time I slide my hand inside my boxer briefs to stroke my erection. “He’s a man after my own heart.”
Her bottom lip goes between her teeth, and she walks to her bed. “Are you saying you want to put your hands on me?”
It’s a shy request, and it activates the beast. “Damn straight. I want you to touch yourself the way I want to, and I want you to keep that phone where I can see you come.”
Her eyes flare, and her smile turns naughty. “Okay.”
I watch as she climbs into the bed. She falls back onto her pillow, and her dark hair spreads around her shoulders.
Then she smiles, blinking up at me. “Now what?”
“Pull up your shirt and tuck it tightly under your arms so I can see your breasts.”
She does what I say, and her pretty, rosebud areoles are visible. Her arms clench at her sides, and they squeeze together in a way that makes precome slide from my dick. I mix it with the coconut oil at my side for lube.
“That’s right, damn. You’re making me so hard right now.”
“Show me,” she whispers.
Lifting the phone, I move it down so she can see me sliding my hand up and down my cock, circling the tip. She whimpers, and my eyes squeeze with a groan.
“I love to hear you moan.” Her confidence is growing. “Tell me how you’d touch me if you were here.”
“I’d start with those pretty tits. I’d pull them into my mouth and suck them hard. Then I’d tease your nipples with my teeth before sliding my tongue all over them and doing it all again.”
“Oh…” she exhales, tracing her fingers over her breasts and tweaking the tips until they harden.
My dick jumps, and another surge of precome appears. “You’re a fucking pinup, Dylan. I’ll never get the sight of you on my bathroom floor rubbing your pussy with your back arched and your breasts bouncing out of my mind. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. ”
“I was putting out the fire.”
“You were lighting another one. Do it for me now.”
She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, and I watch as her body starts to move. The phone moves away from her face, and she lets me see her hand in her undies, her fingers circling fast over her clit.
My fist picks up speed, and I groan watching her massage herself. Soft whimpers fill the air around me. Her hand moves faster, and her hips rock in time. Breathy moans fall from her lips, and I wish I was in the room to see all of her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about.” It’s a rough order.
“Your tongue,” she gasps. “It’s so warm and demanding. I love the way it slides over my clit again and again, not stopping.” She exhales another moan as her hand continues. “I love how hungry you are.”
“Fuck…” I’m straining as my own orgasm radiates tighter in my thighs, snaking through my pelvis. “That’s right, baby, I’ll eat your pussy until you scream.”
“Your cock is so big… I want to feel it stretching me. I want to feel it all the way inside me, hard and wild.”
“I’ll bend you over and fuck you til your legs shake.”
“Oh… oh, I’m coming. Make me scream, Logan!”
“I’ll make you forget your name.” My hips rise off the bed as I picture her soft body riding mine, her hair falling all around us, my cock driving deep, stretching her clenching core.
I can’t forget the way her pussy sucked my thumb when I was eating her out in my bathroom.