“Can I find out how dirty? Now you’ve got me curious.”
“Okay, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“You warned me,” she said. “Can I keep going now?”
“God, yes, and please and thank you. But lick your hand first. Wet helps.”
“Lick my hand?”
“See? It’s already happening.”
“I’ve never licked my own hand before,” she said as she licked her palm. “I mean, unless there was chocolate on it.”
“Maybe next time.”
She felt more confident this time when she wrapped her fingers around him. Clover had no doubt in her mind at all he was enjoying himself and, more specifically, enjoying her as she enjoyed him. She started slow again, massaging him and working her way up the shaft and down to the base with a firm grip. As she slid her hand up again she pulled him very gently and he let out a soft groan from the back of his throat.
“Fuck, that feels good... I want to pound your pussy so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Wow,” she said, blinking. “You weren’t kidding.”
“It just comes out,” he said. “Sorry.”
“Don’t say you’re sorry. It was...sexy. Intense but sexy.”
“Don’t take it literally,” he said, panting. “I’m not trying to fuck you. These are fantasies, not orders.”
“I like your fantasies,” she said, surprised by how much she did like it.
“Good, because if you keep doing that I’ll keep talking.”
“Keep talking,” she said. “Please keep talking...”
She rubbed him harder now and he ground his hips up and into her hand. He seemed to really like the pulling maneuver so she did it again and was rewarded with a “Fuck” and “God, I want you to ride my cock.”
She swirled her fingers around the tip and then tugged lightly on the whole shaft.
“If you’re as wet as I am hard, you’re drowning over there,” he said.
She opened her fingers to knead him. Clover felt breathless and shaky and if she wasn’t careful, she was about to start saying a few things herself.
“I want to fill all your holes up with my come.”
Every dirty little thing he said kicked her body temperature up another degree and another. She couldn’t remember being this turned on in her life. Nobody had ever said this sort of stuff to her
before. Instead of being shocked by it, she was aroused, incredibly aroused. She was wet, she did want him inside her and she did want him to come in her over and over again. She wished she could tell him that the way he told her everything he was feeling, but the words were trapped in her brain so she told him how much she wanted him with her touch.
His chest rose and fell rapidly. His head fell back on the pillow. He was the most erotic, sexy, sensual, dirty-mouthed man she’d ever known, and if she could just tell him that, everything would be better.
“Say something, Clover,” he said, and she heard the plea in his voice. “I’m feeling alone over here.”
“I...”
“Say something. Anything.”
“I want you,” she said.
“How? Where?”