Joel's eyes stay glued to me. His jaw is slack. His cock is straining against his cotton boxers.
Right now, I'm the center of his universe.
Feminine power fills me.
Putting on a show is thrilling.
I watch him watch me. My movements get faster. Harder.
Then I'm going hard enough it hurts.
Harder than I ever thought I'd fuck myself.
His eyes meet mine. "I want to see you come."
"Soon." I steady my speed. It feels good. Too good. I'm close.
My eyelids flutter together.
My thumb finds my clit.
My body takes over. I rub myself as I fuck myself. I rock my hips so hard and fast I bang my head against the wall. It hurts, but I don't care.
I don't care about anything but falling off the edge.
Tension knots in my core.
Almost.
Almost.
There.
"Joel. Fuck." I scream his name again and again as I come. Pleasure spreads out to my fingers and toes.
Every part of me feels good.
But I'm not satisfied.
I'm not even close to satisfied.
Joel is still staring at me with rapt attention. Only now he's pulling at his restraints.
He's wrecked with desire.
I need him feeling as good as I do.
Now.
I push off the dresser and shift back onto his lap. He shudders as I press my crotch against his.
His eyes meet mine. "Now."
I reach around and unhook the cuffs.
Immediately, Joel pulls his arms free. His hands go to my hair and he pulls me into a deep, slow kiss.
His tongue claims my mouth.