Page 26 of His Turn

It’s a really good visual.

“Do you like me this way, Elias?”

“Yes,” I mumble. My hand is busier now. My strokes faster. My heart faster. Everything is faster.

Her breathing picks up too. A few seconds later she’s panting, but it sounds like she’s holding back. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“I have my fingers in my pussy. Wishing they were your fat cock.”

I allow myself a smile.

“Pretend your hand is mine now, Elias. That’s my hand on your cock. That’s my hand stroking you.”

I do pretend. I stare down at the picture, hold the image of her in my head, and then close my eyes.

“Drag my hand up and down your shaft, Elias. Slowly. All the way up. Over the tip of your head, squeezing out little drops of liquid. I would lean over and lick it off if I was there. Looking up at you as I do it. Relishing the taste of your arousal.”

I see the whole thing as I lean back into the couch cushions and stretch my legs out. My hand becomes her hand.

“Now lift up your cock and place it flat against your stomach. Feel me lick your balls. One of my fingers is wandering, Elias. Down to stroke your asshole. Probe it…”

“Jesus,” I mumble.

“Do you want me to lick you there?” she asks.

“Fuck, yeah,” I say.

“Imagine my tongue takes the place of my finger. I sweep over your ass, then lick my way up your balls, sucking them into my mouth. I’m looking at you, Elias. Only you as I kiss my way back up your hard, muscular stomach and then put my mouth over the head of your cock. I cup your balls now. Wanting you to come down my throat. Your hands grab my hair and fist it. You force my face down. Force your cock into the back of my throat. Your other hand palms my neck, searching for the movement of my muscles as I swallow your thick shaft.”

“Goddamn,” I say.

“I’m so horny, Elias. I wish you were here to really satisfy me. My fingers can’t replace the real thing. I want you inside me. Stretching me open as you fill me up.”

Poor thing.

“But I’ll just have to wait, won’t I?”

“Yes,” I say.

“There’s no replacement for what you can give me.”

“No,” I mumble. I’m jerking myself off pretty hard now. I make slapping noises each time my fist goes up and down my cock.

“I want to come, Elias. You can make me come. You can lean your head down between my legs. One hand fisting my breast. Squeezing it hard. So hard I gasp and whine. But I won’t tell you to stop.”

“I wouldn’t listen anyway,” I say, breathing hard as the words come out.

“I know,” she whines. “I know you wouldn’t. You’d make me suffer, wouldn’t you, Elias?”

“Yes,” I say. I’m getting close. I like this visual. I really do wish I was eating her pussy right now.

“What are you doing to me?” she asks.

“Licking you, Nadia.”

“Oh,” she moans. “It feels so good.”

“I’m licking your pussy,” I say. “Lapping my tongue against it in long sweeps. Sucking in your clit until your hands grab my head and you try to push me off.”