Page 12 of Play Dirty

Augustine has her shirt and bra off now. Her breasts are just as perfect as I remember them. Better, maybe. Like the years have only added to her beauty. She’s not wearing make-up today, but she looks radiant and fresh now. So different then she was just a few hours ago when we arrived.

It’s him, I realize. He’s making her look this way.

It’s not jealousy I feel in this moment of realization, it’s something else. Like I’ve missed something. Or maybe… missed out on something.

His fingers are strumming her clit. Short, quick back-and-forth movements. And then he’s got two fingers inside her, pumping her hard. She squirts liquid up into the air and Alexander smiles. Like he just won a prize.

Her fingernails are digging into his upper arms like a vice. Gripping him like she never wants to let go.

“You’re a good girl, Mrs. Bartos,” Alexander croons.

“Yes,” she squeaks. “I’m very good.” Then she grabs his hair with both hands and stares into his eyes. “I’m good,” she insists. “I am.”

Then I have this… this moment of recognition. Augustine and the little begging she liked to do and it makes me feel, once again, like I’ve been missing something.

Because I forgot about that. I’d forgotten all her little tells. All the little ways she’d let us know she was having a good time, or that she wanted more, or… she’s just enjoying herself. All the small things she’d say or the words she’d use. So that we knew, whatever it was we were doing, she liked it. And we should keep going.

“I know,” he says, one finger stroking her cheek as he continues to pump two fingers inside her.

Her back bucks up. Spine arching like she’s about to come. She bites her lip and he kisses it, whispering something inaudible. I lean forward, wanting to catch the words, but they escape into the air and float away.

Alexander takes her hand and places it over his cock. She unbuttons his shorts with nimble fingers and pulls him out, her hand automatically wrapping around his long, thick shaft.

He’s always had a nice cock, now that I think about it.

But then she’s done stroking and places him near her entrance.

“What do you want?” Alexander asks her. Staring intently down into her eyes.

She stares back, speechless now, like she’s lost in the moment. Like she’s somewhere else and she’s trying to find her way back.

And I feel like saying, She wants you to fuck her, dude. Obviously.

But she says it for me. “Do it. Do it, please.”

He leans back, his legs open, sitting on the floor in front of her. “Are you sure?” he asks, tilting his head to the side a little. Grinning.

“Yes, yes!” she whines. Scooting her ass forward until it’s hanging off the edge of the couch cushion.

He moves his hips forward, reaching for her as it bumps up against her pussy, and I find myself holding my breath as I wait for him to enter her. To fuck her. To make her scream.

But he doesn’t. “This,” he says, positioning the tip of his cock against her swollen clit.

“Yes, yes,” she repeats. Only this time it’s just small sounds mixed with breath.

He presses it up against her wet flesh and she moans. Then he flicks it back and forth and Augustine goes wild. Her mouth clamps shut as she hums out something incoherent.

He does it again and she hisses through her teeth. Then again, and she’s moaning. He’s flicking the tip of his dick back and forth across her clit, so fast it blurs and a moment later she…

Explodes.

Literally squirts up in the air, moans and screams coming out of her mouth, and I can only assume she’s coming. But it goes on and on and on. And she’s begging him now, not to fuck her, but not to stop.

But he does stop.

And I swear to God, I think she just has one continuous orgasm that lasted five minutes at least.

She is exhausted. Her thighs are trembling as she holds her legs open for him. Sweat is pouring down her face. She is flushed pink from her cheeks to her belly.