“Hmm,” she moans. “Hayden….”
“Are your eyes still closed?”
“Yeah.”
I do the same.
“I’m not going to touch myself until you do,” I snarl.
“Okay.”
“I want you to imagine you’re lying on your bed, naked, your thick beautiful legs spread, your breasts bare. You’re wearing a blindfold, but you know I’m there. You know I’m watching you, going berserk as I stare down at your beautiful naked body.”
She makes the sexiest moaning noise, with a little insistence in it, as though she wants to ask me permission to touch herself.
My cock roars out for the same, the shaft swelling even more.
My mind leaps around, hungry visions of Hallie, my woman.
“I’ll slowly start trailing my hands up your legs, over your knees, up your thighs. Hallie, I’ll have to spend a lot of time on your thighs. They’re so juicy. I’d bite them softly as I moved my hands higher toward your pussy…and I know you’ll be soaked, drenched for me like you were before.”
“Yes, yes,” she moans.
“You’re not breaking the rules, are you?”
“It’s difficult,” she whimpers.
“Are you touching your wet pussy right now?”
“Y-yes,” she says as if she thinks I’ll be annoyed.
I reach down, freeing my cock from my pants. It springs free, long and thick, the end shiny as I begin to stroke my hand from the tip to the base.
“I’m rubbing my huge dick thinking about you,” I snarl.
“Keep…going,” she says frantically.
“Then I’d push your legs apart and start feasting on your pussy. I’d lick your wetness greedily, your lips, your clit, all the while I’m reaching up your body and massaging those round curvy tits of yours. I’d make your nipples hard, all excited, as I pushed my tongue inside you.”
“And then I’d tear off the blindfold,” she moans, sounding more confident now, even as her voice shivers in rising ecstasy. “I’d reach down and…grab your shoulders, hard, Hayden. I’d feel your muscles.”
“I’d keep licking,” I go on, voice picking up speed at the same time as my hand, stroking up and down, as I wish with everything I have it was Hallie’s hand, her mouth, or, most of all, her pussy. “Faster, until you couldn’t take it anymore. Until your sweet slit started getting all creamy for me, even wetter.”
“Ready for your….”
She trails off. My helm aches.
“Say it,” I snarl.
“Your cock,” she whispers. “You want my pussy nice and wet for you, Hayden, so you can fuck me. Is…is that what you want?”
She knows it is, but perhaps this is yet another example of my woman’s nerves rising up, trying to choke her, to stop her.
“More than anything,” I growl. “Once you’d gushed all over my mouth, I’d grab those legs so hard I’d leave red marks, then I’d drag you toward me and slip my cock into your tight-as-fuck pussy.”
“Yes, yes,” she whimpers.
“Rub your pussy fast for me now,” I tell her. “I’m…my cock feels like it’s on fire for you, Hallie.”
“I’m close,” she cries.
My balls begin to ache, my shaft filling with my seed.
“I’ll drive up into you like I own your body,” I snarl, unable to stop, even if it means going too far. “I’ll ram my cock deep so every part of you can feel it, Hallie, how your body was made for me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screams, as though this is exactly what she wants to hear.
Her moans are like gifts, every single one driving me closer to the edge.
“I’ll fuck you so hard toward the end, so fast,” I say, struggling to get the words out, everything afire. “With each thrust, I’ll tell you. Your…your pussy’s mine. Your tits are mine. Your gorgeous ass is mine.”
And most of all, your core, your whole being, is mine. Your future. Your everything.
“Tell me,” I snap. “When you’re….”
“I am,” she gasps. “Oh, Hayden. Fuck. Yes.”
Her moans drive me on as I slide my hand up and down my length with even more furious speed.
Neither of us can speak as we rush closer to the end, but I listen to her moans like my life depends on it.
No other sound could have this effect on me, and, as the very tip of my cock begins to buzz, to tingle, all my sensation rushing right there, I’m sure I can feel her breath, her tightness wrapped around my cock.
My hands are on her breasts, pushing them together, indulging like I wish I had in the kitchen.
At the time, I knew the correct decision. Stop it before it gets out of control.
But as I pump my hand slickly, I wish I’d torn her PJs away. I wish I’d torn all her clothes off, laid her down on the table, on her back, and then quietly slipped inside her.
I wish I’d fucked her right there, impregnated her eager body.
But is she eager for a family with me?
I groan as the scorching come shoots out of my rock-solid shaft, pooling on my belly, dripping between the gradations of my abs muscles.