Page 23 of Forever Offsides

“Why?”

“Because I want your hands on your body, and I want to be able to see it.”

I get a pointed look before the view changes, and she’s setting me up on her nightstand against something I can’t see. “There? Better?”

I grin. “Much. Now show me how dirty my girlfriend likes it.”

She snorts a laugh. “Is that what I am?”

“I’m taking you on our second date in two weeks. You’ll sleep at my new place. I’ll make you breakfast in the morning before you leave for your shift. Then we’ll do the same thing again. Maybe at my place. Maybe at yours. It doesn’t matter. But yeah, that’s what you are.”

“Very full of yourself.”

“Only because I can’t make you full of me. Spread your thighs. That’s it. My fingers are thicker than yours. Rougher. They’ll feel better, but for tonight, I want fast, tight circles on your clit and your other hand playing with your tits.”

She works her body, and I track it, moving my hand up and down my cock at the same speed she moves her fingers. Precum coats my tip and drips from my slit, making my cock slippery. I groan, lubing myself up with that and imagining it’s her wet pussy all over me. Two fingers swirl around her clit while her other hand drags along her tits, toying with the hard peaks.

“I’m so greedy for you,” I admit. “So jealous. I want to be there. I want to be the one touching you.”

“Soon,” she promises, and my chest hiccups at that notion. At her saying that. It’s as if she’s finally willing to let this play out between us. It could all fall apart on us. I know that and so does she. We’re not without obstacles. I’m positive of that. But the fact that she’s willing to try and the fact that I want to try when I never have before is… I don’t know. Thrilling, I guess.

I’ve only had casual sex since I got Poppy pregnant because I was too afraid of anything else. I always wore a condom. I always double-checked it. I had excuses like I was playing college ball and then professional ball, and I had a son, and I didn’t have time for anything else. But the truth is, I’ve let so much of my life go by because of fear. But also because I never met the right woman. The one who made it so that the thought of being with her outweighed the fear.

“I’ve never done this before,” she admits.

“What? Made yourself come in front of someone or had video sex?”

“Yes,” she says with a quirk of her lips.

“I haven’t either. It’ll be our first.” I groan. “I want to see your pussy.”

“Okay,” she whispers and moves the phone back down, filling my view with pink, flushed, wet skin. I lick my lips and groan again when she plunges two fingers inside of herself. She pumps them in and out, and my cock spasms, begging to feel that, begging to be inside of her. To come inside of her.

“Beautiful,” I rasp, awe clear as day in my voice. She angles the camera up, and it’s the most sensational view in the history of the world. Her pussy and belly and tits and face, angled up with those eyes. God, her eyes.

She continues to fuck her pussy, and I fuck my fist to the same tempo, mesmerized by, well, everything. Her clit is so swollen, so pink and filled with blood, and I’m dying right now because I can’t suck it between my lips or flick it with my tongue.

Her thighs fall wider until her knees hit the bed. She’s going faster now, getting lost in the sensation to the point where her hand holding the phone is shaking. This is satiating every fantasy I think I’ve ever had. I’ve never been a dirty guy. I’ve never done dirty things, but fuck if I don’t want to change all of that with her.

Her fingers slide up to her clit, moving fast and hard. Wetness drips out of her opening, and a moan curls past my lips. I’m getting so close as pleasure, and pressure spirals upward through my balls into my cock and up my spine.

I hiss out a breath, jerking harder and faster, unable to slow down now. I’m at the point of no return, my eyes glued to her cunt, greedy and needy and fucking desperate. She told me to make her desperate, but that’s exactly what she’s done to me.

“Yes. Keep going.”

She moans, her neck arching and her eyes closing.

“Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

“But you already know I’ll give it to you better. Don’t you?”

She nods. “Yes,” she repeats.

“My fingers, my mouth, my cock. Baby girl, I’m going to give you everything. I’m going to have you begging and moaning and pleading for more. I’m going to wake you up with my mouth on your cunt, and you’ll fall asleep with my cock still inside you. I’m going to be ravenous, but you’ll be insatiable. That’ll be my challenge.”

She whimpers, her head twisting back and to the side as her fingers move faster. “I’m…”