“Pretty wet,” I whisper, my eyes half-closed. I do it again, press harder on my clit. I swear Seth’s cock twitches as I make a noise.
“Show me,” he says.
“And stop?” I say, moving my fingers again.
“No fair getting yourself off where I can’t see,” he says.
I pull my fingers out. The moment they clear my waistband he grabs my wrist, brings my hand to his face, sucks my slick fingers into his mouth. Seth groans as he licks them clean, and when he’s done, he pulls on my wrist until I spill forward and he captures my mouth with his.
He tastes like me, and it’s sexy as hell. It’s always sexy as hell, every single time he kisses me with my juices still on his lips.
“I miss the way you taste,” he murmurs, lips still on mine.
“I miss the way you shiver when I get on my knees,” I murmur back.
I can feel the animal grin more than I can see it.
“I miss the way you grab fistfuls of my hair when you’re about to come,” he says.
I’m rolling both nipples between my fingers. I don’t know what I started but now I’m breathing hard, trying not to moan.
“I miss the way you shout when I deep throat you,” I say.
“I miss that too,” he says, and his right hand moves under his waistband, wraps around his cock.
“Hey,” I say, and pull his hand out.
Seth just lifts his eyebrows at me.
“Show it off first,” I tell him, and press his palm to his cock through his pants. He groans and lifts his hips, pressing his hand against it, his other hand gripping my thigh.
“Like that, Bird?” he asks, his eyes at half-mast, voice rough and raspy and thick with need.
“Just like that,” I breathe, watching him shamelessly. He does it again, groaning, and before I know it I’m pushing my own hand down, sliding my fingers over my clit, strumming myself softly.
The next stroke, the waistband of the plaid pants rides down and the head of his cock peeps out, nestled in the dark fur of his happy trail.
“Get your pants off,” he murmurs. I obey, still watching, sliding the stretchy fabric over my hips, kicking them off.
“God, you’re magnificent,” he says, and now he’s got his fist around his still-clothed cock, hips rising as he strokes himself.
“Off,” I whisper, pointing at his pants, and he stops long enough to obey, his cock finally springing free.
If I were a poet, I would write sonnets about Seth’s dick. It’s long. It’s thick. It’s very pretty, as dicks go, and most importantly he puts it to very good use.
“Can I touch it now?” he asks, a teasing smile on his lips.
I don’t answer. Instead I straddle him again. I take his hand. One by one, I wrap his fingers around his erection, and then wrap my hand around his. I kiss him hard as he strokes himself, the muscles in his arm knotting.
A moment later he grabs my other hand, pushes it between my legs. Even though it’s my left hand my clit’s so swollen that it doesn’t take any dexterity to stroke it between my clumsy fingers. I kiss him until his breathing goes ragged. I kiss him until I’m shaking, my clit so slippery that my fingers keep sliding off.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he says.
“How good it would feel if we fucked,” I tell him.
He takes his hand off his dick. In a flash I’m on my back on his couch and he’s kneeling over me, then wraps his hand around his cock again.
“Fucked how?” he asks, leaning over me.
I drape one leg over the back of the sofa, curl the other around him.
“Slow at first,” I say.
I put my hand between my legs again, the right one this time, stroke my clit. Seth’s eyes follow.
“You want me to tease you?” he asks. “Find that spot that makes you come but make you wait?”
I just nod. My fingers move faster and harder. My back arches and my hips lift and Seth watches every inch of me, pumping himself into his fist.
“Then harder and faster,” he says. He leans in, one knee between my legs, one hand next to my head. “Until you’re saying my name and your pussy squeezes my cock so hard —"
I stroke harder, faster, my head turned to the side.
“ — That there’s nothing I can do except bury myself in you as hard as I can — “
I come, my fingers working my clit frantically, and my back arches and my hips lift and I think I whimper but I don’t stop, not even when my leg shakes.
“ — And then come inside you like you always beg me to —"
I’m trembling as I take my hand off my clit, slide it around the back of Seth’s neck, look him right in his beautiful eyes.