Page 67 of Mistaken Impression


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He smiles. “Gladly.”

He kneels back, grabbing hold of my ankles, and holds them wide apart, lifting me off of the mattress slightly, as he slams into me. The muscles in his arms and shoulders flex as he takes my weight, but he doesn’t show any signs of strain and just stares down into my eyes.

“Rub your clit again.”

I lower my hand between my legs, finding my exposed nub, and brush my fingers over it. I moan softly and he smiles. “Do you like watching me?”

“I love watching you.” He tips his head slightly, holding still inside me. “I take it this is something you’ve done before… by yourself?” he says and I nod my head, blushing, as he puts my legs up on his shoulders, leaning over so his lips are nearly touching mine. I might be almost bent in half, but I’m surprised that I’m a lot more comfortable than I would have thought. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He kisses me. “I love that you know your own body… and that no-one else does, except me.”

“I love that too.” He smiles and starts to move again, making me yelp and move my hand away, up to my mouth, in shock. “God… that’s deep.”

He pulls back slightly and stops. “Too deep? We can change position, if you want?”

“No… I like it down here.”

He smiles, taking it more gently. “Is that better?” I nod my head and he builds a slow, steady rhythm, being careful not to go too deep… not to hurt me. “When was the last time you touched yourself?” he asks.

“About thirty seconds ago.”

He chuckles. “No. I mean before that.”

I move my hands up, caressing his biceps as they contract and relax in time with his movements. “To be honest, I can’t remember. I’ve been too tired to think about anything but work for the last few weeks.”

“Hmm… I know what you mean.”

I’m not sure I do, and I clasp my hands around his arms, as far as my fingers will go. “Do you… um…?” I nod downwards, hoping he’ll understand, and he smiles.

“Are you asking if I masturbate?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you want to know?”

I stare up at him. “Because I want to watch you, too.”

He grins. “In that case, you’ll be pleased to hear that I do.”

I can’t help laughing. “And when was the last time for you?”

“Ages ago. I would have thought that was obvious.”

“Why?”

“Because I didn’t last as long as I would have liked earlier. It’s been a while and my staying power wasn’t what it could have been.”

“Really? I can’t say I noticed.”

He leans over, kissing me again. “Then you’ll have to take my word for it. I’ll last a lot longer this time.” I suck in a breath at the thought of this going on… and on… and he gasps.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just all your muscles tightened then.”

“And that’s a good thing?”

“It’s an excellent thing. It’s like when you come, and you grip my cock, from base to tip.”

“I do?”

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