Her fingers glide through her pussy, and she lets her thighs splay wide open, so I get a look at everything. “That’s not fair, using sex like that.”
I lean over on the bed, bracing my hands to bring my face low enough I can smell the soft musk of her arousal and the scent of my soap on her skin. “When did I ever say I play fair? Now stop teasing and touch yourself like I would.”
She arches her wrist to dip her fingers inside herself, then back out to circle her clit. “Or you could get up here and touch me yourself.”
If I climb onto the bed, I’ll rail her into the covers so hard there will be stitch lines on her ass from the blanket. No, better if I keep my distance until I can touch her with control. “Keep going,” I encourage her.
I lick my lips as I watch her, the need to kiss her there overwhelming. But I ignore it in favor of cataloging this moment, this feeling, for when I take the edge off later. Alone.
She sighs and drops her head back onto the bed, hips tipping upward to increase the pressure of her fingers. All I can do is tighten my grip on the bedding and watch. My cock’s so hard it’s leaking pre-cum all over my slacks. Control is something I know well and something I know I can give her.
Her breathy moan washes through me, and this time, I lean down farther until her glistening pussy is only a few inches away from my face. She’s so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away.
Then her fingers still, and she pulls those wet digits away from her flesh to stare down at me. “I don’t want this. I want you. Why won’t you touch me?”
I clear my throat and swallow the thick knot there. “I just want to look at you right now, Angel.”
She narrows her eyes. “That’s bullshit. Something’s wrong. Do you not want me anymore? Is that it?”
Letting out a low groan, I stand and strip off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. It takes me a moment to get the courage to grab my cock tight in my fist. There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to stop once I start.
“Does this look like I don’t want you, Angel? All I can think about is sliding into your tight body and fucking you until you scream.”
She holds her arms out to me but then lets them drop to the bed when I don’t crawl into them. “Then do it. What’s the problem? You won’t break me.”
I shake my head and give myself one slow tight pump. “No. Right now, I feel very much like I’ll hurt you, and I can’t live with myself if I hurt you or the baby.”
She huffs, anger in her eyes now, which takes me by surprise. “My vagina will push out something the size of a watermelon in nine months or so. It can take a little rough sex.”
I swallow and lick my lips, giving myself time, at least enough to explain to her what’s going on in my head. “It’s not about being rough,” I say…still grappling with how to explain something I don’t even understand about myself.
Her eyes go wide, and she nods while I squeeze myself again, this time letting my short nails dig into my sensitive flesh. A wave of pain is then chased by a wave of pleasure, and I let it wash over me for a moment.
I’m so lost in the sensation that I don’t notice she’s sat up and shifted closer on her knees until I open my eyes again. “Angel,” I warn.
“Angel,” she says, pitching her voice low, mocking. Then normally. “You aren’t going to scare me off.”
Her hands wrap around my dick, brushing mine away. “If you don’t want to touch me, fine, but I’m not going to be the bigger person, not when all I can think about is touching every inch of you.”
Her eyes scan from my cock in her grasp up to my clenched abs, to my chest, then finally to my eyes. “You are so beautiful to me. Let me show you how much I love looking at you, touching you.”
She squeezes me tight, tighter than I’ve even been touching myself, and I let out a little guh sound above her head. When I risk a peek down at her, she’s clenching her thighs together, and it hits me how much she is really enjoying this.
I let her have her way and sink down onto the bed so she can sit comfortably. She settles next to my hip and throws me a sexy grin.
She leans down, removing her hands, and then drags her tongue over the head of my cock like an ice cream cone. I barely have time to let out a strangled gasp before she’s lowered her head, taking as much of my length between her lips as possible. It’s amazing, but not nearly enough of what I’m craving right now.