Not ready to find out, I press my thumb to her clit and circle it. My fingers flutter inside her, mimicking the exact rhythm of her sex toy. She purrs and moans, telling me I’ve got it right.
“Will you talk to me?” she huffs. “I don’t like the silence.”
“Want me to talk dirty to you? Does it turn you on?”
“A little. I want to hear you say the things you want to do to me.”
“Trust me. You don’t.”
“But I do. You’ve just put a gun inside my pussy, and I creamed all over it.”
Would she cream if I told her I fantasized about using it to make her cry and bleed? Guess not.
I sigh, distracting myself by memorizing every path inside her, the right amount of pressure on her clit that makes the pleasure almost unbearable, the speed that forces her to bite her lips on a hiss.
“Please,” she begs.
Fuck me. I can’t say no to her when she begs like that. “Well,” I swallow as I take in the swell of her breasts, the nipples protruding like pebbles in the dark, “I wish I could feel your nipples harden between my lips. I wish I could taste you when you were dry and then learn the difference as you became wet on my tongue. I wish I could kiss you, Reagan.”
“Do it,” she rasps. “You can blindfold me to lift off your mask and do it.”
My cock jerks.Sheis giving me ideas? I feel one of her nipples with my thumb and fill my palm with her plump flesh. She’s so fucking pretty. I want to sleep and cry and play and die on these beautiful tits. “It’s crossed my mind, darling, but I’m afraid even that isn’t a liberty I can take.”
“Why not? I want you to.”
God, she’s killing me. “Same reason I didn’t take my glove off before touching you. I can’t leave a trail. Saliva is DNA.”
“You told me to trust you, but you can’t do the same?”
I insert a third finger and watch her squirm. “Trust, like love, is earned. Isn’t that what you wrote in Twisted Obsession, Birdie,little bird?”
“Don’t…call m-e th-at.”
“Okay, darling. Okay, Reagan.”
“Say it again. My name, say it again just like that.”
I oblige, my voice hoarse with every latent need and desire I’ve kept all these years as I whisper against her ear, “Reagan.”
“Tell me what you did.”
“What I did?”
“When you watched me touch myself the first time.”
“You really like dirty talking, you horny little slut, don’t you?”
“Did you touch yourself?”
My cock strains against the zipper of my pants as my mind drifts to the moment she’s referring to, even though it’s not the first time I’ve watched her work on herself. But she doesn’t need to know that. “Yes. I couldn’t help myself. You were a vision.”
She moans harder, her pussy throbbing around my fingers. “Did you come?”
“Right with you. My body and yours are synchronized beyond our understanding. We were made for each other. We’re born to be together, Reagan.”
Her pants fill the room. My shoulder rocks as I work faster. She’s clenching, swallowing my fingers with insatiable hunger. “Did you mark me on the screen with your cum?”
A sigh shakes out of my throat. “Not the first time I watched...but later…yes.”
