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“Yes,” I breathed. He’d gone for it faster than I would have imagined, but I was all in.
It was a lot at once, but I had no intention of being the one to slow us down.
But he didn’t push in, instead using his hand to drag it through the wetness at my sex without entering.
His eyes were heavy-lidded, his expression tormented. He straightened, grabbed my hand, guiding it.
I saw what he’d done then. His tip was slick now. He gripped my hand, guiding it under his and started jacking off in earnest.
The difference was immediate.
His hand moved faster over mine now. His hips began following the rhythm.
I watched his face.
That was the best part.
Every time pleasure broke through his control, I saw it happen.
He stopped quicker than I wanted. I protested.
“I’m gonna come if we keep doing this. I’d prefer to make you come first.”
“Where will you come if we keep going?” I started moving my hand again.
His eyes closed. “Hazel.”
That was not an answer.
Finally, he asked, “Where do you want me to come?”
That was frustrating. I made solid eye contact. “I want you to do it where you’ve thought about doing it. I’ve fantasized about you doing this too often without any intel. I want to see what you like.”
His eyes opened again.
“Touching you is what I’d like,” he drawled.
“Good. That’s next. Now show me. Don’t hold back. Don’t be polite. I want to see what you like.”
I gripped him, moved his hand over mine. “Keep going.”
He jacked himself off with my hand, eyes on my face. I loved the way he was looking at me and loved the sight of what our hands were doing.
And then there was what his chest and abs were doing as he thrust his hips.
I had to dart my eyes back and forth, up and down, trying to catch every little thing. I’d been starved for him for so long, and this was a feast.
His movements lost their smoothness. His grip tightened over mine.
His breathing turned rough and uneven.
His movements stuttered, resumed. “I’m coming,” he grunted.
He gripped my hair suddenly, tilting my head back a bit.
I didn’t realize what he was doing until his dick was a breath from my face, spurting warm cum onto my cheek. I leaned until his tip was digging into my skin, our eyes locked.
He groaned and came on my face.
