Page 36 of Her Age Gap Match

I put my hands on her thighs and squeezed just enough to remind her I was there, that this was just the beginning.

“Eyes on me,” I said.

She found my eyes and held them, and I held hers, and she pushed the toy the rest of the way in.

"There," I said. "That's it."

She started to move it—slow pulls and slower pushes, her hips rolling to meet it, and I watched every single thing. The way her body took it. The sounds she made at different depths. The way her thighs trembled slightly when she found something that worked and stayed there.

I was so hard it was its own particular exercise in patience.

I reached up to touch her tits again.

Her eyelashes fluttered, but she kept watching me. Fucked herself with the toy, increased the vibration⁠—

“Johnny—” she gasped.

“I know, baby,” I soothed, playing with her, watching her, engraving every moment of this to memory. “Show me what gets you off. Come on.”

She whimpered and her hips rolled harder, chasing the angle, and I watched her find it. I kept my hands on her breasts, learned the pressure she responded to, the roll of my thumb across her nipple that made her stomach tighten. She was getting close — I could see it in the flush spreading down her chest, the way her thighs trembled, the sounds she was making going higher and more desperate⁠—

I leaned forward and put my mouth on her throat.

She cried out.

"Don't come yet," I said against her skin.

"Johnny—"

"Not yet." I kissed her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. "I want to feel it. The first time you come tonight I want it to be around my cock.”

She made a sound that was pure frustration and pure wanting in equal measure and her hand slowed, reluctant, working herself down from the edge with visible effort. Her chest was heaving. Her inner thighs were wet.

I took the toy from her gently. Set it aside.

Stood up and took my shirt off in a hurry…and found Poppy already working at my belt, getting it open, moving onto my jeans.

I let her touch me. Let her look.

Stepped out of my jeans and my boxers when she got them free, cock jutting out toward her.

“Oh…” she breathed.

She reached out and touched it…wrapped her fingers around me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, hand shooting out to tangle in her hair.

She worked her hand over me slowly, watching my face the way I'd been watching hers—learning me, the same way I'd been learning her. Her thumb swept over the head and I felt my grip tighten in her hair involuntarily.

Then I pulled back.

Poppy frowned. “Do you not⁠—”

“I’m gonna come all over your pretty face if you keep doing that,” I said, leaning down. “Need to be inside you right fucking now.”

She shuddered, but I was already in motion—grabbing the condom, rolling it on and walking around the other side, sitting in the bed with my back against the headboard. She looked confused for a second, looking over her shoulder.

I patted my thigh.