“With you, any position is my favorite. But if I had to choose, then I’d want you on top, riding me. I want to watch your tits bounce with each thrust, your head thrown back. All wild like you were when you took me against the door at the beach house.”
The images flitted through her mind like an erotic film, tossing her into a firestorm of need. She started to slide her finger inside her pussy, when Jonas said, “No, not yet.”
She opened her eyes and stared at him on the screen. “What? Why?”
“No finger-fucking yet, kitten.”
“Please, Jonas,” Deanna begged, beyond caring about pesky things like modesty or feminine pride.
“Soon,” he promised. “First, I want you to play with that little clit. Pinch it, Deanna.”
“You’re making me crazy, Jonas.”
“So make me even crazier. Tease me into a drooling, begging stupor.”
“Just remember, you asked for it,” she warned; then she took her clit between her fingers and squeezed.
21
Jonas was a breath away from exploding. Christ Almighty, the woman was as hot as TNT. With her body all spread open and on display for him, it was all he could do to keep from tearing out after her. She had him so turned on he’d probably kill himself trying to get to her.
He watched as she toyed with her little button, her eyes closed and her bottom lip clamped between her teeth. A single capture and he’d be able to immortalize her, but he’d promised no pictures. Shit.
“Open your eyes for me, kitten.”
Deanna’s eyes drifted open, and she looked down her body at the monitor.
“That’s it, there’re those sexy brown eyes. Keep them on me, Deanna. No closing them.”
She didn’t speak, only shook her head. She was as close to coming as he, but Jonas wasn’t through with her, not by a long shot.
“I want you to slip your finger into your mouth. Get it good and wet.”
“Why?”
“No questions. Just feel.”
Deanna hesitated. She had a thing about control, he’d discovered. It wasn’t easy for her to surrender, which made it all the sweeter when she did. When her index finger disappeared between her lips, Jonas groaned, wishing like hell it was his cock she sucked instead. She pulled it out, and Jonas issued another demand. “Now, slide it down your slit, and don’t stop until you reach that tight, pink pucker.”
“You want ... But, Jonas, I’m not sure about that.”
“You can close your eyes, pretend it’s my finger if you want. Remember how good that felt?”
“Yes,” she cried out as she placed her finger between her puffy pussy lips. She moved it up and down, wetting it with her juices; then she glided it down farther. When she pressed it against her anus, Jonas pumped his cock faster.
“Push it in, kitten.” Her moans turned to cries of passion as her finger entered her ass a bare inch. “Son of a bitch, you’re beautiful. Fill it, Deanna.”
She wiggled and her finger went in a little deeper, and she threw her head back and cried out.
“Pump it,” he said. She started out slow, in and out, fucking her own asshole with her slim, delicate finger. Then her movements turned more frantic, her cries louder. Jonas tightened his fist around his cock and pumped it up and down. Suddenly Deanna’s gaze came back to the monitor, and he could see the intensity of her desire. She was so damn close. Her words only confirmed it.
“I need to come, Jonas. Please,” she pleaded.
“Now, Deanna,” he ordered. “Fuck that pussy while I watch.” When her finger slipped out of her ass, Jonas reached down and cupped his balls. “Do you know what I want to do with you, Deanna?”
“What?” she asked in a low, husky voice, turning Jonas on further.
“I want my dick where your fingers are right now,” he admitted as he watched her push her ring and middle fingers inside her tight cunt. “Quick and hard and deep.” Shit, he was too close. He pulled his hand off his cock and watched as Deanna’s eyes opened and locked onto his through the screen. “I want you, kitten. Only you. I want to pound my dick into you over and over again.”