“Like I said, I’m good with my hands.”
“And your stick,” she says, then covers her mouth and laughs.
I laugh with her, but it comes out husky and needy. I angle my head, my thoughts going in a different direction. “You want to see the way I handle my stick, Katee?” I ask. Our eyes lock, hold, and when she doesn’t answer, I tear open my pants. Her head dips and her mouth parts slightly. “Well, do you?”
“I…yes,” she whispers.
“I like when you’re honest like that.”
“I’m always honest, that’s what you love about me.”
I grin. “I’ll show you the way I handle my stick, but remember, it’s tit for tat. You watch the way I touch myself and later, I get to watch you.” Her eyes go impossibly wide as I kick my pants off and take my throbbing dick into my hand. A little whimpering sound catches in her throat as I fist myself and rub from base to tip.
“You like that, huh,” I say, a statement not a question as she continues to make sexy sounds and shift her weight from one foot to the next. “You don’t have to answer, Katee. Everything in the way you’re acting tells me you like watching me fuck my hand.” Pre-cum drips from my crown and I dip into it, use it for lubricant. “When I touch your body, those are the noises I want you to make. Talk dirty if you want. I’m your best friend, and this is about making sure you get what you need.”
“Okay,” she whispers, her lids fluttering as fast as the pulse at the base of her neck.
“Now drop your arms. I want to see all of you.” She does as I say, and her bra falls to the floor.
“Motherfucker,” I say and scrub my chin as I take in her perfect breasts, her nipples all puckered and ready for my mouth. I wet my bottom lip, prepare it.
“Like what you see?” she asks, turning my words back on me and I fucking love the playful side of her.
I slowly lift my gaze to hers, not wanting to tear my eyes from her body. “Yeah, I do.”
A little bolder than she was moments ago, she grips her panties, and tugs them down her legs. She stands back up, giving me a perfect view of her bare body.
“You’re perfect,” I say.
“No, I’m not—”
“Hey,” I say, and shake my head no to stop her. “You’re perfect. Got it.”
“You are too. I want…” She lets her words fall off, but I’ll have none of that. Tonight is all about her, pushing her to ask for what she wants, one way or another.
“What do you want, Katee?”
She swings her arm out, and then brings it back to her side. “Can I touch you?”
“You’ve touched me a million times.” I take my hand from my cock. “You never asked before. Why now?”
“Because I’ve never touched you here.” She closes her fingers around my dick, and my hips automatically jerk forward.
“Fuck, Katee. That feels good.”
“So you think you can make me come, Luke?”
My dick jumps at her boldness, the blatant way she put that out there. “I know I can.”
Her lids lift. “Pretty confident. I like that.”
“I’m going to show you exactly what sex should be like for you. I’m going to fucking worship every inch of you, and make you come so goddamn hard, you might just lose your mind.” Heat dances in her eyes, as her grip on my dick tightens. “I’m going to make you moan, Katee. Better yet, I’m going to make you scream, and you’re going to talk so fucking dirty we might just have to wash your mouth out with soap.”
“Here I’d rather have something else in my mouth,” she says and I can’t help but laugh as she totally gets into this, ready to have some fun. With her hand still on my cock, she lifts one leg and puts it into the tub. “Mmm, it feels amazing.”
“My cock or the water?” I ask.
She chuckles. “Both.”