Ellie moaned, rolling her head to the side, her blond hair fanned out like a halo. Her skin was flushed, her body begging.
“Once I get my taste,” I warned, voice dark and hungry, “neither of us is leaving this room.”
With both thumbs hooked in her waistband, I tugged everything down—jeans and panties in one smooth motion. Her bare pussy was exposed to me, glistening, demanding. I was seconds from dropping to my knees.
Ellie finished the job for me, kicking off the remaining clothes and flinging them across the room.
“Impatient girl,” I said with a grin.
“The build-up istoo much,” she groaned. “I can’t stop thinking about what it’ll feel like… having you between my legs.”
My hand reached for my own button. Perfect timing because her eyes locked on my fingers as I undid it slowly, then pulled down the zipper, revealing the top of my boxer briefs.
“Did you ever think about it?” I asked, voice low, eyes locked on hers. “Did you ever imagine what I’d do to you? Because I do. All the damn time.”
Ellie swallowed hard, lips parting.
I reached into my jeans and wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking myself slowly. My head tipped back as a guttural groan escaped.
“Ellie,” I moaned, the sound raw.
Her eyes burned into me, her voice thick and breathless. “What did you think about?”
I brought my gaze back to her, pinning her in place with the weight of my stare. “If I tell you,” I said, “you have to play with that pretty pussy while I watch.”
“I…” She hesitated, cheeks flushing. “I’ve never touched myself in front of someone before.”
“Would it help if I stroked my cock too?”
She didn’t answer but nodded in agreement. She was shy, timid, and I liked that.
I pushed my jeans the rest of the way down and kicked them aside, standing tall and completely bare before her.
“Holy…” Ellie whispered, her voice trailing off as she bit her bottom lip, eyes fixed on me.
I gripped the length of my cock again, giving it a slow stroke. “I love praise,” I confessed, voice rough.
Praise had always been a kink of mine. But with Ellie, it was more than that—it was a fantasy I’d played over and over. Her voice in my ear, her mouth against my skin, telling me how good I made her feel… how right this was.
Slowly, I ran my hand along the length of my cock, circling the tip with my thumb. Stroke after stroke, I edged myself as Ellie’s hand slid between her thighs.
“Just like that,” I murmured, voice thick with need.
Ellie found her rhythm in my encouragement. Her fingers glided through her core before circling her clit, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.
“Tell me,” she panted, eyes locked on mine, breath ragged.
I let out a low laugh, primal and raw, as I watched her. She was laid out on my bed, legs spread wide, her body a masterpiece in motion—completely unguarded, completely mine.
“This is exactly how I pictured it. Those legs open for me. You moaning my name.”
She whimpered, her finger sliding inside herself, and I damn near lost it.
“You at my mercy, begging me to keep going.”
She pumped in and out faster and faster, the sound of her slickness consuming me.
My arousal surged, a slow burn exploding into an inferno. I pulled my hand off my cock, barely saving myself, then reached for her.