“Fuck…” Simon curses, again.
His puffs of breaths under my ear, on my throat, are making me achy, achier than ever. It’s making me sweaty as well. A drop of perspiration slides down the side of my cheeks. But I don’t know if it belongs to him or to me. Our sweat, our skin seems the same, in the near darkness.
Even though I can’t see his erection clearly to gather its nuances, I still know that the top of his dick is rounded and hot. And so smooth. It’s wet too. There’s a line bifurcating it and the more I thumb that delicate spot, the wetter it gets.
“You’re leaking too. Like me,” I whisper and to show him what I mean, I bring his erection to my core and rub it along my pajama-covered slit. I moan at the sensation of his naked shaft rubbing against my clothed pussy. It’s hitting my clit in just the right way. I think I can come like this, moving over him, jacking him off.
His shuddering chest hollows out and I’m afraid he’s stopped breathing. But then, he pushes out a large breath, fluttering the stray hair stuck to the line of my neck. “Use it to lube me up.”
I stop, my fingers flexing around his cock. “What?”
He raises his head, his eye so close to me that if it were day, I would see myself reflected in the depths of his gaze.
“You want to jerk me off. Then I want you to lube me up with your cream.”
Before I can comprehend what he means, he uses one hand to heave me up against the wall, securing me, and with the other, he shoves the crotch of my pajamas to one side, taking my drenched panties along, and baring my pussy.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Taking what you made for me.” He nips at my lower lip as his fingers swipe along the seam of my core.
“Oh God.” I shiver, my eyes clenching shut, my hips twisting.
He’s touching my pussy with his finger, slanting up and down my wetness. Almost slipping, actually, with how soaked I am.
I’m embarrassed.
God, I’m so fucking embarrassed at the fact that I haven’t shaved down there in ages. They don’t let us. Either you have to do it under supervision or you don’t do it at all. I chose the latter and it’s only hitting me now, as his fingers flick through my damp curls.
“Christ,” he curses, thumbing my clit, sending shooting sparks through my blood. “It’s making me insane how soft you are. You’re the softest thing I’ve ever touched. All innocent and pure.”
My embarrassment melts away at his words. I might even be smiling in the darkness; I can’t be sure.
My own fingers slip around his dick as it throbs and a drop of pre-cum slides down. Then I stumble upon loose skin around the head of his cock. I gasp as I touch it. It has to be the most delicate thing in the world. Like a bundle of silken threads.
“You are so soft, too.”
He chuckles. “There’s nothing soft about me, Willow.” Then, “Wrap your hands around my cock. Tight.” He waits for me to obey him. “And smack it against your pussy.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Do it,” he commands.
I do, albeit awkwardly. I tap it against my bare cunt once. Twice. Moaning.
“Harder,” he grunts.
I do it harder, writhing my hips every time it hits my clit. “Oh God…”
“Good,” he praises. “Now, put it in the middle of your tiny slit.”
I look up to find him watching my hands between us. I place him so that the lips of my core are hugging his girth. It makes him twitch and press his thumb on my clit.
“L-like this?”
His hips pump, slicing his dick through my slit like it belongs there. “Yeah. Just like that.”
“God. Simon… this is…” I moan as I begin to move as well, my wet, sticky hands coming off his dick and gripping the side of his shirt.
We both rock against each other, my cunt stretched around his cock so tightly. I whimper, my eyes clenching shut. I wish I could keep them open and see it. I wish I could watch as he thrusts his hips in a rhythm, pumping, the head of his dick hitting my clit.
My pussy is clenching, fluttering with every slide. It’s juicing up, probably preparing itself for that massive shaft that keeps working it. My pussy is hungry. I’m hungry.
He’s so close. That part of him is so fucking close and yet, it’s so far. I wish he would put me out of my misery.
I wish he would put it in.
He’s right there. Right there. The head of his erection could so easily slip inside my hole. I know he won’t though. I know it.
I somehow know him, even without knowing anything about him.