Fool Me Once

I’m torn between continuing to watch her touch herself or touching her myself. It should be a given that I would want the latter, but you haven’t been where I am.

When I make no move to go toward her and take over, her eyes hood over and her head tilts to the side, as if she’s considering what to do next. She’s still pinching her nipples, but she’s also now massaging the entire breast.

“You look so fucking perfect.”

Her cheeks flush, and she smiles at my praise. “How about this?” She moves one hand down, stopping at the waistband of her bottoms. “Is this perfect?” Her hand dips under the material, and her legs spread. I can see the outline of where her fingers are—right at the center of her pussy. Her fingers move back and forth, most likely flicking her clit, while she continues to pinch and pull at her nipple.

“Yeah, that’s fucking perfect,” I tell her, my voice strained.

“You know what I think would make it even more perfect?” she taunts. Her fingers must hit her clit just right because her eyes roll back briefly, and her thighs clench together. It takes every ounce of control I have not to pull her bikini bottoms down, shove her hand out of my way, and thrust into her.

“What’s that?”

“You taking your suit off, so I can watch you.”

And I’m pretty sure I just came in my pants…

Pushing my board shorts down, I lift my legs to get them all the way off and throw them to the side. My granite-hard dick springs up.

“Watch me do what?” I tease her back.

“Watch you jack off.” Her words are so confident, but the blush across her cheeks and neck tells me otherwise.

Taking my dick in my hand, I stroke it up and down, root to tip. When a bit of pre-cum seeps out, I use it to help with the friction. Blakely watches with rapt attention as she plays with her tits and pussy.

“It’s just like I remembered it,” she says, her voice breathless.

“Take your bathing suit off,” I demand. “I want to see you play with your pussy, baby.”

Her legs come together again, telling me she’s turned the fuck on. Nobody is going to make her come but me.

She does as I say and, pulling her hand out, unties her top and slowly drags it off her body, dropping it onto the floor. Her tits fall slightly, no longer confined. My mouth waters, needing a taste. Leaning forward, I release my dick and take her tits into my hands, massaging them. I dip my head down and lick one and then the other. Blakely moans in pleasure.

“Oh my God. More.” Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging me closer.

I lick each of them again and then focus my attention on one. I suck the entire nipple into my mouth then bite down. Blakely gasps, and her legs, which I’m between, wrap around my body. She’s trying to find relief. Not happening.

“Keegan, I need more,” she begs.

Sitting up, I go back to stroking my dick. She glares and I stifle my laugh. She started this, and now she no longer wants to play.

“Take off your bottoms,” I tell her. “I still haven’t seen your pussy.”

“You take them off,” she challenges.

“Nope.” I shake my head. “I want to watch you play with yourself, baby.”

I lean forward and take her nipple in my mouth, sucking and licking it for a second before sitting back up to wait for her to do as I said.

And she does. With two fingers hooked onto each side, she pulls her bottoms down. When they get stuck on her ankle, she moves her foot toward me, her toes landing on my chest. “Help me.”

Lifting her small foot, I kiss the tip of her toe, then trail kisses up her foot and along the inside of her ankle. I run my hand along her smooth calf and then remove the material, dropping it to the floor. Without letting go of her leg, I kiss my way up the inside of her calf, over her knee, and continue my way along the inside of her thigh. She moans and begs and pleads. Her words are incoherent. She’s so turned on, she’s not even speaking clearly. When I reach the apex of her thighs, I place one chaste kiss to the hood of her bare pussy, then stop.

When I sit back, she growls. Yes, my woman actually fucking growls.

“Touch your pussy.”

She groans but doesn’t argue. Her feminine fingers separate her folds, and I can see her pink pussy is glistening with arousal. She dips a single digit inside her instead of going for her clit. With her eyes locked on my hard dick, she pushes in and out of herself. I watch silently, stroking my shaft, as she fucks herself with a single finger. It’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever witnessed.