“Your body’s driving me insane.”
“What would you do if you were here? Right now?”
“I’d use my tongue to take care of that throbbing clit of yours. It needs special attention.”
I began rubbing easy circles around my clit with my fingers, imagining Vincent’s expert tongue on that sensitive spot. “Feels good, Vincent.”
“I can imagine it. The sweet taste of your cunt on my lips.” He licked his lips decadently. “My mouth’s watering just thinking about it. That’s what you do to me, Kristen.”
“Mmhmm. . . I like your mouth on me. It feels so good.” I increased the pace of my fingers on my clit.
“You’re so greedy. I see it in your eyes. I know you want more. Put two fingers inside yourself. That’s my tongue burying inside you.”
Without skipping a beat, I obeyed his command, thrusting two fingers into my wet, aching sex. “Ohhh, Vincent.” My other hand began rubbing my br**sts. It was as much for his pleasure as it was for mine.
I wasn’t sure how long I was going to make him wait to pleasure himself. He looked like he was about to explode in more ways than one.
“You can touch yourself now, Vincent,” I said, breaths uneven. “I think I’ve teased you long enough.”
He gritted his teeth. “No. You need to come first. I have to see the look on your face when you come thinking about me. You’re going to come first, then we’re going to come together.”
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling my orgasm approaching dangerously fast. I hadn’t even had one yet and he was telling me I was going to have two. I would’ve doubted my body could manage such a feat if Vincent hadn’t made me come twice in quick succession Monday night. The idea of having two orgasms made my mind swirl and the pleasure from my fingers intensified.
I stared into his gaze, mesmerized by what I saw. He wasn’t just drinking in my image with those intense brown eyes; he was ravaging me in his thoughts and I could almost feel it.
“I’m getting close, Vincent,” I panted.
“I see it. Do it. But don’t close your eyes. Watch me as I watch you come.”
My fingers found a sensitive spot deep inside. They focused on that one area, increasing their pace as pleasure ripped through my body. I could feel myself approaching the edge fast, the force from Vincent’s gaze pushing me to a perilous cliff.
“Oh God!” My hand gripped my breast as my orgasm slammed into me. I watched him through tear-filled eyes; watched his dark gaze burrow into mine, his pained expression turn desolate. I heard him release a strangled cry as a bead of se**n erupted from the tip of his cock. I thought he would reach to shield it but his hands remained obediently on his thighs. Left untouched, the cum trickled along the underside of his erection. It wasn’t a full release, but it was more than just pr**um.
It then occurred to me that he’d come without any touch—just the sight of me was enough.
“Jesus, Kristen. You see what you do to me? You see what you do to my god damn cock? You make me lose control.”
Still a little blurry-eyed, I said, “I see it, Vincent. It’s so hot. It’s making me want to touch myself again.” While still in my post-climax bliss, I began to rub my clit again. It was a little numb but it still felt good and the pleasure was getting better by the second.
He growled approval. “Don’t stop. I’m going to touch myself now. I’m going to imagine that sweet cunt of yours wrapping around me tightly.” He took his right hand and gathered the cum along the underside of his member and swirled it around the length of the shaft and the surface of the head for lubrication.
“This,” he said holding up his hand, fingers together and half-way curled with thumb across the top, “Can’t compare to you. But we’re both going to use our imaginations. Watch yourself sit on my lap. ”
He slowly brought the tunnel he made with his hand down to his lap where it hovered right above his erection. I watched with heated anticipation as the soft but firm opening gave a little as he slid his fist over the head, wrapping the girth tightly. The explicit image made my body recall how it felt to have him enter me for the first time. The size and fullness was mind-scrambling.
He wrapped his fingers around his member and began smoothly stroking himself while bucking his hips forward with each movement to penetrate the tight enclosure.
The detailed visual made it easier for me to imagine myself spread across his lap, eagerly bouncing up and down as I savored the delicious experience of being impaled by Vincent. I timed the thrusts of my fingers into myself with his strokes, making the situation seem more real.
As the pleasure grew, my knees began to fatigue so I leaned back, supporting my weight on one elbow with my legs spread wide.
“I like that position even better.” He grinned.
He continued pumping his c**k at an insistent but leisurely pace, both of us enjoying the physical pleasure and visual stimulation. Our breathing was stuttered and we were both sweating.
I was starting to feel a bit lightheaded from the heat and dizzying eroticism so I reached over to my nightstand to take a sip from my glass of water.
“Getting hot?” he growled.
“You know it,” I panted, fingers still working inside my pu**y. “Air conditioning broke earlier today.”
“What if you took some of that water and poured it on yourself?”
I giggled at his distinctly male suggestion. “And get my bed all wet? I’m all for your creative ideas but I think that one’s a little impractical. I don’t want to sleep in soggy sheets.”
“It combines my two favorite things. Water. And you.”
“I’m sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?”
“Surprise me.”
I thought about what else I could do to stimulate him. Then I remembered I had my vibrator in my nightstand. Nobody except Riley knew I had it but after seeing Vincent pleasure himself, I felt comfortable showing it to him. I leaned over and pulled the smooth silver rod out.
I held it up for him. “This is smaller than you. But we’ll both use our imaginations,” I said, mimicking his words.
His pleasure-tortured expression became laced with fascination.
I switched the toy on and brought the buzzing tip to my entrance. Immediately, the vibrations on my sensitive folds surged through me, fueling my arousal. I used it to massage my clit for a little while then eager for a feeling of fullness, I thrust it inside myself. My head tilted back and I moaned. Cries of ecstasy escaped my throat, some coherent, some not, but I was sure I heard Vincent’s name several times.