“You like that?” I give myself a slow pump that has my balls tightening.
She nods, eyes glazing over as I do it again.
I repeat the motion a third time, groaning at the ripple of pleasure, and she climbs to her knees, face eager.
I’m desperate to be inside her, but if she likes watching, I’ll be damned if I’m going to deny her.
Turning to the nightstand, I grab a lemon-shaped toy and apply a liberal amount of lube. Then I squirt some into my palm.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” I say, handing her the toy. “I’m going to jack myself off, and when I come, I’m going to come all over these pretty little tits of yours.” I caress them with my free hand, savoring the weight of her full breasts before I skim my fingers over her rosy nipples. “But you know the rules; I don’t come until you do.”
“I think I’m going to like this game.” She presses the power button on the toy, and it buzzes to life, the quiet vibrations filling the room.
I watch as she slips it between her legs, positioning it just over her clit. She whimpers on contact, and her teeth sink into her lower lip.
“Fuuuck, that’s hot.”
She arches a brow and looks pointedly at my cock. “Should I stop?”
“Nah, darlin’. We’re just getting started.”
I begin to jack myself with a slow, steady rhythm, letting the tension build as Ava does the same. She bought that toy because it practically guaranteed a thirty-second orgasm, but my girl never comes fast and I fucking love it.
“You look so pretty when you’re playing with your pussy.”
She moans, gently rocking the toy as she chases release. Her breath quickens, and the quiet buzz of the lemon is nearly drowned out by her ragged breathing.
“I like it when you watch me,” she rasps, squeezing her breast with her free hand.
“That’s it, darlin’. Touch yourself.” I increase my pace, my fist sliding up and down my shaft with practiced ease. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels…good. So good.” Her eyes drift closed, and she tips her head back, as if praying to the stars above.
“Look at me, Ava. I want to see those beautiful brown eyes when you come.”
She complies, and when our eyes meet, the raw desire in her gaze nearly undoes me. If I’m not careful, I’m going to break my own damn rule and come first.
I slow my strokes, trying to focus on her and not the mounting pressure in my balls.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I tell her, voice strained. “Kneeling before me, touching yourself, wearing nothing but that medal. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
“Show me,” she whispers, rolling her nipple between her fingers.
I tighten my grip, pumping faster, letting her see just how much she affects me. How feral she makes me.
Outside this bedroom, I’m always in control. The go-to guy. Captain Clutch.
But here, with Ava? I can let go.
Precum beads at the head of my cock, and I collect it with the pad of my thumb. As if reading my thoughts, her lips part. She sucks the digit clean, her tongue swirling around the base in a way that leaves me weak in the knees.
Ava’s movements become more urgent, her hips rocking in concert with the toy. The sounds she makes—those sexy little whimpers—drive me wild.
“That’s my girl. My lucky charm. You’re getting close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she pants. “So close.”
“Come for me, darlin’. I want to see you fall apart just for me.”