I grin, letting her see just a hint of the bulge in my shorts. “Rub your tits for me again. Show me exactly what you want me to do. Get back in the moment, here with me.”
She does as I say, the tension leaving her body as she responds. “You too. Lean back. I want . . . I want to see.”
I smirk, knowing she’s with me now even as she stumbles a bit in her demand. I lean back on the couch, easing my underpants down until my dick comes into her view through the screen. Her breath catches, and I wrap my hand around my shaft. “This? Is this what you want to see? My cock hard for you? Because fuck, I’m rock hard for you right now.”
I give myself a few strokes, spreading the precum across the head and down my shaft as she watches. I see her pinch her nipple a bit, and the sound she makes forces me to squeeze myself tight to stop from coming right then.
“Fuck, Kat,” I gasp, trying to hold on. “More . . . I want to see your pussy.”
She bites her lip, pausing for a second before adding a pillow behind her back and adjusting to lift her feet to the table edge out of my view. She’s laid back, her pussy close to the screen and her body rising up in perspective from her wide hips to her small waist, to her lush tits, and to her flushed face. She smiles dreamily, her hooded eyes looking down her body at me. “How’s this? Can you see?”
“Oh, I can definitely see,” I reply, my hand moving slowly up and down my cock again, totally of its own volition. “I can see everything a man could ever want. I can see your pretty pink pussy, so wet for me it’s leaving honey on your thighs where you were pressing them together. Touch yourself, Kat. Tell me how wet you are.”
Her fingers move down, running up her inner thighs to brush lightly across her lips. “Mmm, I’m soaked, Derrick. I need more. Fuck, I need . . .”
Without my telling her to, she starts to trace her fingers through her lips, slipping up to coat her clit with moisture as she swirls a circle around and then begins the pattern over again. Something about her knowing her own pleasure and confidently taking it without me is so fucking hot. She’s in control right now, and I love being the lucky fucker who gets to see her in this moment of strength. I’m still slowly stroking my length, enjoying the sight before me, and I decide to let her stay in charge for now.
“What do you want me to do, Kitty Kat?”
Her eyes pop open to meet mine, and she grins naughtily. “Jack yourself off, Derrick. Fast. I need it now.”
Just her words are almost my undoing, so I give my head another squeeze, and with a breath, the moment passes so I can do as she said. I watch her fingers beginning to blur across her clit, and damn, the limits of digital technology because I want to see every detail of her hard nub pulsing as she rubs. “That’s it, Kat. Imagine those are my fingers strumming across your slick clit, spreading your juices everywhere I want to touch and taste you. Hold yourself open for me. Show me your sweet little cunt.”
I lift my hips, thrusting into my fist in time with her strokes, and I start to groan. Looking up, I realize that as closely as I’ve been watching her hand, she’s been watching me too. Knowing that she’s turned on by my body, my hand sliding up and down my shaft does it and I can’t hold back. “Kat, fuck, baby. I’m gonna come. Come with me.”
She cries out, her head falling back and her eyes rolling as her orgasm overtakes her. Seeing her so gone like that is all I can take, and I come too, the thick ropes slicking the way for the last few strokes.
We catch our breaths, our pants slowing as we come back to awareness. Kat’s eyes are wide as she sits forward, robbing me of the beautiful sight of her pulsating pussy but at the same time gifting me with the flushed, smiling face of this angel I just came with.
“Fuck, Derrick. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in . . . well, maybe never. I thought you tore me apart last time, but this time was even more intense.”
She’s done, already satisfied and settling, but I’m roaring inside. That orgasm was probably the hardest I’ve ever come too, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need her. I know my voice is full of gravel, every touch of my trademark velvet gone as I’m filled with lust.