Page 110 of Blush Crush

I skim my hands down her body until I reach the hem of her top and start lifting it. I’m pleased to find she doesn’t resist or shy away from it, and instead lifts her arms helping me take it off her. She’s gotten more comfortable being naked in front of me and it makes me wild with pride.

And then my hands are on her, grabbing her breasts, feeling the weight of them, her nipples hardening instantly against my palms. She makes a sound low in her throat and her head tips back against my shoulder.

“You have no idea,” I say against her ear, “how many times I thought about you this week.”

“Tell me,” she breathes.

“Every night.” I drag my thumbs across her nipples and feel her shiver. “Lying in that hotel room, jerking off to the thought of you.” I press my lips to the curve of her neck. “Thinking about these tits. Your pretty pink nipples. Your perfect ass. All those sexy little sounds you make when you come. You are all my fantasies.”

She turns her head slightly, enough to find my mouth with hers, and we kiss slow and deep and unhurried, her hand coming up to curl around the back of my neck.

Reaching for the waistband of her shorts, I tug on them and she lifts her hips without being asked. I work them down and off until she’s completely bare against me, warm and soft, and ready for her pussy to be taken care of, which is exactly where I want her.

I uncap the lube and heat a small amount between my fingers before applying it, and she tenses slightly at the cold and then relaxes as my fingers move over her, spreading it slowly, taking my time with it.

Her pussy is already good and wet, mixing with the lube and allowing my fingers to easily glide between her lips.

I squirt the vibrator with more lube for good measure before turning it onto a slow and steady setting.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yes,” she hisses, her back already arching like she can’t wait for what’s to come.

She inhales sharply as I bring it to her center, her whole body going taut at the first contact. I keep my arm around her waist, holding her against me, and use my other hand to work the vibrator in slow, deliberate circles.

“Oh, God,” she breathes.

“Does that feel good?”

“So good.” Her hips start to move, small and involuntary, chasing the sensation.

“Have you been using this? Playing with your pussy like a good girl?”

“Yes,” she confesses before releasing a sighing gasp as I add pressure to her clit.

“Have you put it inside you yet? Fucked yourself with my fake cock?”

“No,” she says through a breath.

I thought for sure she would have but I’m kind of pleased that she hasn’t. “Why not?”

She angles her head to look at me through heavy lashes. “Because I want the real thing first.”

Holy fuck. My cock practically jumps. Fucking skips and gallops with glee.

I’d fuck her right now if I thought she were ready. But soon. She’s almost there—I can feel it in my gut.

Until then, I’m going to make her come every which way I can.

“What about just the tip? Can I put the tip in to see how your tight little pussy stretches around it? I’ll make it feel good, baby.”

“Only the tip. Not all the way in. I want your cock to be what stretches me out.”

Jesus Christ. I’ve never heard her say the wordcockbesides her slip-up during that poetry night. I thought it was cute then, but now I think it might be the cause of my demise because she’s talking about my cock stretching out her pussy. And there’s nothing hotter than thinking of sliding inside her and shaping that tight channel to fit me like a damn glove.

I’m fucking ruined.

“I promise, just the tip.”