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I stop, looking into her eyes. Did she have a nightmare? Or hear a noise? Or need a midnight cheese stick and not want to go to the kitchen by herself?
But the look in her eyes is different. It’s one I know well, but I haven’t seen it in a while.
“You have to say it. Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you. You know that, Samantha,” I say, letting heat trickle into my voice slowly even though my cock is already rock-hard beneath the blanket.
I want her. I always want her. However she wants it.
For a bit after the incident, she couldn’t let me touch her and we would watch each other masturbate. Slowly, as she’s been comfortable, we’ve worked our way back up to using toys, alone and together, gentle lovemaking, and even rough fucking a time or two. The only real difference there is that if I’m taking her from behind, she needs it to be in front of a mirror so that she can see my face, and if I call her ‘slut’, it needs to be face-to-face so she can look into my eyes. But she still enjoys that, saying it’s different between us and it's just the pathways in her mind that get a little mixed up sometimes.
We also always have sex with the lights on. I don’t mind, enjoying the beauty of her body and also watching her every expression to make sure she’s with me.
“Watch me,” she says, kicking the blanket off both of us.
I swallow thickly, licking my lips but staying stock still as she pulls her nightgown over her head. Her hair falls to the pillow behind her, the dark curls framing her body, and her bare nipples stiffen in the cold. Or maybe it’s to Samantha’s touch as she dances delicate fingers over both tits. When she pinches herself, plucking at the peaks, I groan, “Feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.” Her lashes flutter as her eyes try to close, but she forces them open. Moving her hands down her body, she says, “I had a dream about you.”
“What was I doing?”
She spreads her legs wide, throwing one over my hip. She doesn’t answer my question, asking one of her own instead. “Want a taste?”
“Always.”
She dips a finger inside herself, gathering her juices, and then holds it out to me. I lick around the tip of her finger before taking the whole thing into my mouth and sucking. “Fucking delicious,” I moan.
She grins, pleased at my rough description. She touches herself again, spreading the slickness up to her clit and circling lazily. “You were watching me like this and then you got a vibrator from the nightstand.”
I understand the instruction and quickly reach behind me into the top drawer where Samantha’s favorites are kept at the ready. I lie back on my side, and she puts her leg back over me. I hold out the toy, not making a move on her yet, even though I want to slide the thick dick inside her and fuck her with it until she’s screaming in pleasure and all thoughts are wiped from her mind for a moment of blissful blankness.
Instead, she takes the toy—I think this one’s called Pretty In The Pink—and slips it into her mouth, coating it with spit. Then she notches it at the entrance of her pussy. “What do you want me to do with it?” she asks coyly, knowing exactly what I want.
“Fuck yourself with it, Samantha. Fill your pussy with that dick while I watch you and try not to come from how sexy you are.” My voice is gravel, the words gritted out. My hips twitch as my cock looks for any contact—her leg, the bed, my hand.
Her cunt.
She presses the vibrator in steadily until it’s fully seated and then slowly starts to move it in and out in a wave motion. I can hear the wet sounds of her pussy as it tries to suck the vibrator in, and I’m so fucking jealous. Smiling lustfully, she whispers, “Turn it on.”
I do as she says and press the button at the base, holding it down until it comes on in a pulsing pattern. She cries out almost instantly, holding it deep inside, and I can feel a gush of fluid on my fingers. “Good girl,” I praise her.
“I want...” She pants, blinking heavily. “Fuck me with the vibrator while I do my clit. Jack yourself too, but don’t come.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I got every word, every instruction, every detail. I shove my boxers down as I flip over, getting on my knees between her spread thighs and taking control of the vibrator.
I give myself a single tight stroke and grunt at how good it feels. It’s nowhere near as good as Samantha feels wrapped around me, but I can wait for her. I’ll wait forever if necessary.
We find a rhythm—her fingers blurring across her clit, me fucking her hard and fast with the vibrator, and my hand nearly ripping my cock off with how hard I’m gripping myself. I have to stop every few strokes because I get too close to the edge, but I do it for her.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she screams. This time, her eyes do slam shut, her head rolls back, her body arches, and her legs try to close around me, keeping me right where I am, as if I’d go anywhere. Still spasming, she pants, “You. I want you. Fuck me, Chance. Please.”
I search her face to make sure she knows what she’s saying, and as I pull the vibrator from her and drop it to the bed, I lean over her to press a hard kiss to her lips. “I love you so fucking much.”
Without waiting for her reply, I slam into her just like she told me to. “I... love... you... too,” she says, the words coming with every deep thrust.
She wraps her legs around my waist, locking her feet behind me, and I run a hand down her thigh to grab a handful of her ass, never pausing my strokes. Her pussy grips me like a velvet vise, and I fight to stave off the orgasm again and again so that I can stay inside her.
“Say it,” she begs.
I know what she wants. It’s one of the desensitization tricks Sara taught her, and it’s become a way for her to hear the sexy, dirty things that send her flying while still keeping control and staying safe.
