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There’s a clatter as my belt hits the floorboards, a rustle as my jeans join the heap, but no words. Just my shorts now, and I grab your hand and put it right where I need it, curl your soft palm around my hard cock. Hold it there, just for a breath. Then I’ll show you how to touch me, with slow, tight strokes through the cotton.
And no words. Just breathing. Just my moans as I let your hand go, let you take over.
Yes, god yes, let me take over. Let me be clumsy and too eager and out of control. Guide me, and then let me go. I can go. I know what feels good—I can tell by the look of you, the sound of you. We don’t need words anymore, you’re right. This is enough. Just my hand on your cock, stroking greedily. And you knelt over me, urging me on with every sigh and groan.
Oh, just the thought of you sighing and groaning. Just the idea of your cock in my hand, straining against my grip.
I’d have to put a hand between my own legs as I worked you. Is it okay to put a hand between my own legs as I work you? I hope so, because it’s happening. It’s there in this fantasy, and it’s here in reality, and oh it feels so good I don’t know if I can stop—not even if you want me to.
Idon’t. You keep doing that, and I’ll tell you what happens next.
I’m kneeling above you. I’m torn—my eyes want to see it all, every stroke you give me, but it’s so good. Too good. My eyes shut and my head cocks back, my mouth’s open and I’m panting, helpless.
But it changes, in time. There’s aggression now, that almost angry feeling when you want somebody this bad, need them this bad. I’m meeting your pulls with my hips, thrusting into your fist. And soon that’s not enough either. I know how it must feel between your legs. What you’re feeling now, against your fingers. And I want that so fucking much. It’d be so easy to peel your fingers from me, shove your legs wide with mine, pin your hands to your sides and take exactly what I want from you.
But I won’t. Not without asking, because there’s no way I’m fucking that bit up, even if I know you’re screaming for this, too. So fuck words, still, but I’d have to utter these four, before we go any further—
Do you want me?
I’d say herethat you don’t need to ask, but that would be a lie.
Because asking makes me so wild I barely know what to do with myself. I’ll think of those words every time I touch myself from here to eternity. Just knowing you want to take me, but stop to ask. That you broke the heavy silence to get those words out.
And I’d say yes. You know I’d say yes, right?
Take what you want. Take it now.
IwishI knew what this moment feels like for a woman. I don’t.
I can only tell you how it would feel to me. How hot your skin would be as I held my cock, drew my head up and down your lips. Nothing’s ever felt so slick, and soft, and lush. It’s my last shred of self-control, taking those few seconds, those few strokes.
But the time for control’s over now. I’d angle myself, find that spot. You’d welcome me in, but I wouldn’t sink deep—not at first. You’re too flushed, too tight. I know it’s from wanting me. I know it’s the answer to that question I just asked you.
So I don’t slip inside. I push, just softly, just enough. There you are. You’re hot like a fire, deep and dark, swallowing me whole, and so much more than my cock, it seems. I wish I could tell you how it would feel for you. Perhaps your fingers inside you could give you some idea. Are you there already? Imagining it’s me?
You know I am. I was there before I even told you to take me. I was there as soon as you started talking about my hand around your cock. Two fingers sliding inside my pussy—which is as swollen and tight and slick as you described. It’s so slippery I can hardly do this with any skill. But I’m trying, because I want that echo of you. That idea of you pushing into me, slowly like you said. That sense of being spread and filled.
Because that’s what it’s like. Even when it’s just me, easing my thin little fingers back and forth—that’s what it’s like. My body welcomes the intrusion and clings to it when I draw back. And every now and then, when I hit that spot inside me just right, when I fuck into myself hard enough and can picture you perfectly, can feel the fantasy of your cock just right, I tighten around whatever is thrusting into me.
I tighten and roll my hips right into it. Seeking more. Needing more. Moaning for more. God, can you hear me moaning for more?
Ican.
And I’m fucking you now—there’s no other word for it.
Can you touch yourself while I fuck you? Say yes, please say yes, because I won’t last long, not tonight. Not the first night with you, Maya. Touch yourself, because you know how, exactly. I’ll learn how too, soon. So soon, but tonight I’m a wreck, and it’s all because of you. Help me get you there before I lose myself. Put your free hand on my hip and show me how fast you want me, how rough.
Here in my room, alone, with just your words, I’m close too. My belt’s undone, and my fly’s spread open, my cock’s out and hard and heavy and hurting, but I barely dare touch myself, as I read your thoughts. Tell me you’re close and I will. Tell me when you get there and I’ll be right behind you. It’ll take nothing at all, I’m so lost in you. In your body, inside my head. You’re everywhere. Now help me get you where you need to be.
Oh baby, I’m already where I need to be. My fingers are on my clit as you fuck me, but it’s not that frantic rubbing and stroking that really gets me there. You have to know that’s not what gets me there. It’s the idea of you losing it. Of you holding back for me. I can practically see you above me, trembling with the need to just come and come and come.
But you don’t need to wait. Don’t wait, because I’m right there. My clit is swelling against my busy fingers, and my body is just one big shuddering mess. And you should hear me—god, I’d love you to hear me. I’d love to hear you.
Do you moan when you come? Tell me. Tell me as I do it.
Fuck, I’m so fucking close. Moan’s not the right word. It’s a sound. Like seething. A desperate sound sucked through my teeth. Honey, it hurts. Make it stop hurting. Just tell me where—tell me where to come and I will. So goddamn hard.
Inside me. Come inside me—fuck yes, that’s what I want. Fill me, fill me as I go over yes now now now. Now, Malcolm.
