“It kinda burned at first… but…” His breath hitches. “It’s better now.”
I’m losing it, fucking into my fist and imagining. Imagining. Imagining...
“Close your eyes,” I murmur. My voice drips with lust. “I’m there, kissing your throat, licking down the center of your chest. To your nipple and bite it.” He gasps. I groan at the thought of him pinching the nub, pretending his nails are my teeth. “Then I suck a hickey on your hip bone before… taking you into my mouth.”
“Rem.”
“I know, I know.” I’m lost to the picture I’m painting for us too.
Each of his breathy moans send shockwaves through my core. As sweet as his noises are, I can tell he needs more.
“Take your finger out.”
His moaned, “No,” almost shoves me over the edge.
“Trust me, love.”
Another whine.
I wet my lips. “Add lube to two fingers and get on your side.” That distinct click again. Shuddering pants mix with shuffling. The coil of pleasure at the base of my spine tightens. “Bring your top knee up. Imagine me behind you, sucking on your neck and shoulder, my fingers sliding up and down, real slow, over your tight little hole.” My balls draw up and I grit my teeth. “How’s that?”
A muffled moan. “So good.”
“You ready?”
“Please.”
“Shh,” I hush, squeezing my cock to stave off the orgasm barreling at me. “Go on, push them in for me.”
He inhales sharply. “Ohshit, Rem.”
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last,” I hiss. “Can you find your spot?”
“Mmm.” More staccato pants as an eternity passes. Then a sudden gasp, “I think—”
It’s clear the moment he hits it by the helpless moan he releases.
“Now stroke yourself, love. And don’t you dare stop on that spot.”
He’s a whimpering mess on the line, a chant of, “Shit, fuck, god, baby, more,” falling out until he releases a long moan.
And I erupt with him.
My mind blanks, ears ringing on the come down. Time blurs.
Win sighs, “Tired…”
A smile curves my lips.
“Bedtime.”
“Mhmm.”
My heavy lids shut.
And we fall asleep without hanging up.
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