Mina is true to her word as she delivers a series of long, deep thrusts, each one teasing my prostate and making my cock ache for release, but not getting me exactly where I need to be. I wonder if she knows what she’s doing, teasing me like this, but it doesn’t matter, she’s doing it whether I like it or not. And I like it. I like it very much.
Just as I’m about to open my mouth and tell her this, I feel her weight shift and she’s leaning against me, her strokes shorter as she stays deep inside me, and her hand reaches around for my dick.
“I want it in my mouth again already,” she says as she starts to fist me. My eyes roll back in my head. “But I’m not going to stop fucking you. That okay with you, Charlie?”
It’s not that Mina hasn’t been checking in on me, and she has more than asked for my consent, but this very clear and direct question has me feeling more of that snug warmth in my gut.
“Yes, please, don’t stop,” I beg and I feel her drop my dick. I expect her to go back to fucking me deep and long from behind but she doesn’t thrust, just stays sunk deep inside me which still feels delicious.
“Roll over,” she suddenly says, close to my ear. “I want to watch you come.”
Chapter Nineteen
Always On The Run
Mina
When Charlie is lying on his back in front of me, I take a moment before lining up and entering him again. I drag my eyes down his body, over his cock, which is so hard, red and angry-looking, and then back up to his face. His blue eyes are so dark, they’re like the sea immediately after the last colours of sunset have faded, and I think about not letting him come for a lot longer just so I can enjoy this lust-drunk version of Charlie, but even I am not that cruel.
And I need to come again too. I’m still not sure if I will ride his face again or use his fingers to get me off once I’m finished with him, but the pressure of the strap and the rocking and rolling of my hips against him has my pussy throbbing. And his noises. His little moans, his strained groans. His deep and rumbling whimpers. They are all making me so aroused I don’t feel anything like the control I want to be feeling right now.
“Legs up,” I command and obedient as always, he holds his legs up for me. I eye the lube bottle just in case I need it, but as I touch my fingers to his hole, he feels plenty slick enough and I go about sliding back in as I settle on my knees, my legs spread around Charlie. In this position, when I slam against Charlie, the harness cups my clit and I chase the friction there just as much as I try to fuck Charlie’s orgasm out of him.
There must be something about this angle because his groan is a lot more guttural than the previous ones.
“Good?” I ask.
He nods and squeezes his eyes shut. “Yes, so good. Please don’t stop.”
“Open your eyes,” I say. “Watch how well you take me.”
“Fuck, Mina,” he exclaims but he does open his eyes and like the good boy he is, he pushes up on his elbows and watches where I enter him again and again and again.
“Please, Mina. Can I see your breasts? Will you take your bra off?” he asks a few seconds later.
I’d completely forgotten I was still wearing my bra but I quickly set about taking it off for him, enjoying the way he stares at my body, anticipation lighting up his face.
Once my bra is off, Charlie brings a hand up between us but then it stops.
“Can I… Can I touch you?” he asks so sweetly it should annoy me but I must be so high on arousal, it doesn’t. It simply makes me smile.
“Yes.” I nod.
It was the wrong thing to say, because once Charlie starts cupping my breast, then playing with my nipple, twisting and pulling and flicking its tips, I feel even more desire amp up inside me.
“Enough.” I swat his hand away once I can’t take anymore. “Touch yourself, Charlie.”
“Wait,” he says and he falls back to lying on the bed.
“What?”
“You’re so beautiful, Mina. I really mean that.”
It’s something else to dismiss and I do so mentally, if not verbally. And I do it by going back to fucking Charlie with all my might.
Obeying my previous order, Charlie’s hand starts gliding up and down his dick. But his eyes start looking around the bed.
“I need… I need lube or something,” he utters.
