I don’t know if I should be embarrassed about that, how eager I am, how obvious my body is making it that I’m so down bad for her, but Lila seems to like what she sees.
Her eyes are focused on my dick as she rubs up and down, twisting at the head. It’s so good my eyes want to roll back in my head. She goes slow, coating my dick with precum until it’s shiny, the thick veins along my shaft standing out in stark relief.
“Tell me what you’ve been thinking about,” she murmurs, eyes lifting to me. “When you’ve been jerking off to me, what do you think about?”
I lean my head back against the headboard, watching her through half-lidded eyes.
Her fingers were cool when she first touched me but mycock is so hot and hard it’s warmed up her fingers too. I linger on the sight of her pretty red fingernails on my dick. I especially love seeing the diamond on her hand as she strokes me. The ring I picked, on my wife’s hand, wrapped around my cock. Mine. All of it mine.
In a low rasp, I admit, “I imagine sliding my cock between those perfect fucking tits. Picture them bouncing while you ride me.”
She bites her lip. Her tits jiggle as she rubs me and her breathing is going shallow. “What else?” she whispers.
“I imagine that pink little pussy stretched over my cock. Thought about spreading your legs and fucking you on every surface of this house. On top of the dining table. Bending you over the bathroom counter. Baby, I’ve fucked you a thousand different ways in my head.”
My hips shift up involuntarily as her grip tightens.
Her own eyes are heavy with lust now, her lips puffy where she’s biting down on one. Her thighs are clenching together as I talk.
Holy fuck. She’s getting off just from touching me, just from hearing me talk about her. Her thighs are pressing together and she’s losing concentration. I love that I did that.
I close my hand over hers and tighten and pull up. I suck in a breath when her hand reaches the sensitive head.
“Straddle me,” I say.
She pouts. “Your job is to relax and let me take care of you.”
“Lila.” I suck in a breath as she strokes her thumb across the slit at the tip and pleasure arcs straight up my spine. More precum leaks over her fingers and she spreads it down my shaft with a slow twist. My hands twist in the sheets.
“Put your ass in my lap,” I demand. “I want to touch you.”
“Mm.” She gives me that look, the one that’s been making it difficult to think straight for months, the tilted head and thesweet smile, and twists her wrist on the upstroke. I hiss through my teeth.
“I’m comfortable right here,” she says.
“I need…” I trail off.
I’ve never in my life begged for anything. Not on the ice, not in bed, not in any negotiation or argument or difficult conversation I’ve ever had. Wanting something so bad I’ll beg for it is not in my nature.
Then I met my wife.
“Please, baby.” My voice comes out rough and stripped of everything except the truth of it. “Let me get my hands on you. I’ve been wanting to touch you for months and you’re right there and I…”
Her thumb skims over the head of my dick and I lose every word I had.
“I need you,” I say. The raw confession sits between us.
The teasing softens in her eyes. “You have me. I’m yours.” She leans in and brings her mouth to mine. The kiss is brief and deep, her free hand cupping my jaw, and I feel that kiss all the way down to my toes.
Then she swings her leg over and settles her weight on my thighs, her knees on either side of me, keeping her hand moving.
I’m so eager to touch her I get my hands on her before she’s fully settled. Her waist first, the dip before her hips flare out, then her ribs, the curve of them under my palms. Then up, cupping her breasts, feeling their weight and their softness and the way her nipples are already hard against my palms.
“Happy now?” she asks, pink hair tumbling over one shoulder as she tilts her head, her hand still moving on me. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she knows that I know. Her eyes are dancing.
“Never been happier. Fuck, Lila.” I hear myself say it fromsomewhere outside my body. “You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”
She licks her lips slowly, her dark eyes holding mine. “Would you like me to suck you off, my love?”
