“I want the crotch over my nose and lips,” I instruct, and she draws her eyes away from my cock to do as I ask.
I fucking groan when her fingers run through my hair as she gets the knickers in position, her touch nearly fucking undoing me.
I’ve ached to feel her hands on me. I’ve dreamed of it for fucking years.
Turning to face her, I lower my head a little so she can place them in position properly, my eyes catching on the hard peaks of her nipples showing through the fabric of her blouse.
“Do you do this often?” she asks quietly, her voice still husky. “With knickers, I mean?”
Taking a step back, her eyes remain locked with mine, which must look funny as fuck, given that the crotch of her knickers now covers my nose and mouth.
“Only yours,” I admit against the fabric, pumping my cock faster, and Lily’s brows shoot up.
“W-what?”
I chuckle at her surprise, happy to finally tell her the truth.
“I’ve been stealing your dirty knickers from your linen hamper for years. I was thirteen the first time I did it.”
Her lips part as shock washes over her, and she slaps her hand over her mouth as her muffled words meet my ears.
“Oh my God!”
Spinning on her heel, she turns to leave, but I grab her wrist with my free hand, turning her back to face me as I pump my cock faster.
“You don’t wanna miss the show, Lil. It only gets better.”
Her lips part again, and I can see the internal battle she’s having with herself dancing in her eyes, yet she doesn’t move to flee again. She remains there in her sons’ bathroom as I pump my cock while wearing her soaked knickers on my head.
Fuck, I must look totally deranged.
I hope she fucking loves it.
“I’ve dreamed of eating you,” I say as I release her wrist and bring my fingers up to the fabric covering my mouth, forming a V. “This is as close as I’ve ever gotten, by basically eating your knickers while I jerk off.” I press my fingers into the fabric, spreading them over my lips as I start to tongue her knickers, watching her eyes widen as she sees what I’m doing.
Her cheeks flush and her lips part again as a breathless whimper escapes her, those blue eyes locking onto the spot where my tongue glides over the fabric, lapping up the slick remnants she left behind.
“Can you see the way my tongue slides over the fabric?” I ask, and she nods absentmindedly, not taking her eyes off the crotch of her knickers. “Imagine what it would feel like to have my tongue gliding over your clit. To have it sink into your cunt.”
Her breathing deepens at my words, her chest rising and falling quickly before she responds.
“I’ve already imagined it,” she breathes, and fuck yes!
I grin behind the fabric.
I don’t think she realises she just admitted that out loud, but fuck, I’m not complaining. I fucking love that I’ve dug so deep under her thick wall that she’s not even aware.
I start lapping at the fabric again as I pump my cock, thrusting into my hand as she watches, and loving the taste of her on my tongue. I fucking long for the day I can really taste her. To drink her juices as she comes apart on my lips and tongue.
Pumping my cock harder and faster, I grunt, desperate to find my release before Lily snaps out of her daydream and runs off on me. I want her to see me come. I want her to watch it shoot from my cock. And I want her towant tolick it up.
Of course, she probably won’t do that, but I want her to want that.
I also want her to see me as a man, and not the teenage boy she used to shelter and feed.
The mere thought of Lily wanting me to blow my load has me on the fucking brink, and I buck into my tight grip as I press her knickers into my mouth with two fingers and start to suck the juice from them.
A soft whimper falls past her lips and she palms her tit through the fabric of her shirt, and once again I’m left wondering if she realises what she’s doing. But fuck, it’s a beautiful sight, watching her as she watches me, her cheeks flushed, her lips looking plumper than usual, and her chest straining into her own fucking touch.
