leena
Okay,this woman I am right now, I don’t know who she is, this forward, watching Decker pull on his long and firm length. Holy shit sticks, is it freaking hot. Not to mention he is the full package. I mean, I saw him, a lot of him, yesterday in just his swim trunks, but seeing Decker naked, it’s completely different. And his cock… Let’s just say in his hands, it’s big, not massive, but it does make me pause to wonder if I’ve bitten off more than I can chew. Well, not literally, but you get what I mean. My mouth waters thinking about my hand replacing his, feeling him in the palm of my hand, or getting on my knees before him, bare skin, nothing between us, my mouth on his cock, the tips of my breasts sliding along his upper thighs. Those thoughts alone have me doing something I have literally never done before.
“Decker.” My fingers pull at my sensitive nipple through the fabric of my top, one and then the other. I watch as his eyes blaze with desire. Decker’s tongue slides across his bottom lip, muscles rippling as he works his body into a fevered pace.
“Show me, Leena. Fuck, I need you to show me.” It’s a plea of desperation, the gruffness in his tone, the way his muscles move with every glid of his hand along his length. It’s also why I give in to the temptation that is Decker.
“What do you want to see, Decker?” I already know the answer. My hand slides up my thigh further, giving him a glimpse of my panties as my fingers work the gusset to the side, slowly, as if not to show him everything all at once.
“You know what I want. Show me your pretty cunt, Leena. Show me what me jacking my cock, thinking about sliding inside you is making your body do. Are you dripping wet? Because this right here, it’s all for you.” He nods down to his cock.
“Is this what you want to see?” I pull my shorts to the side, thankful they’re loose and able to take tuck it in away so it’s not in my way because let’s face it, women need more than just their hands on their body; we need build-up however we can take it.
“Fuck yeah, Leena, look at you. You’re drenched for me.” My back arches. My fingers slide through the top of my panties this time, not that Decker hasn’t seen my bare center. The lace that shields me is practically see-through, hence why he can tell I’m literally aching for him.
“Decker.” The tip of my finger strums my clit. I’m regretting not joining him in the shower. Something was holding me back. Not exactly sure what that was, but it did. That’s why when I slide my fingers inside of me, two at the same time, my eyes close in rapture. The only reason they’re opening is because of Decker’s groan.
“You gotta get there Leena. No way are my eyes going to be closed when you come in front of me, and I’m hanging on by a hair pin trigger.” I work myself up, pinching my nipple one and then the other while the heel of my hand grinds down on my clit as I buck into the way I’m working my body.
“That’s right, babe. I’m going to watch you come, and then you’re going to watch me come. Next time, though, it’ll be my cock sliding inside your pretty little cunt, feeling your wetness and tightness surrounding me, your nails digging into my back, your legs wrapped around my body, those gorgeous tits of yours in my face as I lick and suck on your nipples. Fuck yeah, I can’t wait.” Decker’s words have my body ready to let go. My center is pulsing, my pussy is convulsing around them, my head tips back, and I breathe out his name, “Decker.” It’s low, almost a whisper in the room.
“Shit, Leena, open your pretty eyes. That gift you just gave me, I’m going to reciprocate right fucking now.” I do what he says, not because Decker demanded it, nope, though I probably still would, so here I stand, my fingers in my pussy, hand on my breast, and I watch as Decker comes in thick heavy ropes, painting the glass shower wall, my name sighed across his lips. Something tells me I could fall for this devilishly charming man, and for the first time ever, I’m ready to make that leap, especially with the way the chemistry between us seems to be off the charts.