"Did you make this up?"
Jack started laughing. "I couldn't be more serious. It just proves my point. It is hot when a real girl—not some plastic porn star who’s pretending—touches herself."
I still wasn't sure how this all fit together other than vaguely. "I'm still not totally with you."
"Watching a girl pleasure herself is best when you watch her face. You see that expression, that feeling that's all hers, all inside her head. A woman says so much with her face. The other stuff is nice too, but the face is the best part."
I was starting to understand his point. God, imagining Jack's hand pumping up and down on his cock made me want to melt though. Those lean muscles he would use as he did it, and yeah, that look on his face as he went faster and faster. It almost made me sweat.
"Will you do it for me, Effie?" The words flowed effortlessly from his lips, no hang-ups or indecision present at all.
"Do what?" I thought I knew what he meant, but I still played dumb.
"I want you to make yourself come for me. I want to watch." His breathing deepened quickly, as if speaking the words had been enough to light him on fire.
"Right now?" I looked around as if I was searching for intruders. "Up here? What about the pilot?"
"He's not coming back. I'll get naked too." All it took was him unbuttoning his shirt to sway me to his side. Jesus, his chiseled chest and muscles made my insides turn to hot liquid. Being without him for a few days had really done a number on me in terms of self-control.
His pants crumpled on the floor, his boxers did literally nothing to conceal his full arousal. It was so hard and firm, and yet I was still fully dressed. Yeah, all he could see was the look on my face...
I unzipped the back of my dress and stood up, pulling it off at once. Instantly, I was left with nothing but my matching blue bra and panties. Jack's eyes hungrily traced along the soft curves of my body, memorizing what he saw.
Before we went any further, he met me with a deep kiss, one that jumbled my insides up even worse. My tongue fought his as he wrapped his arms around my back, fitting my body to his, encouraging me back onto the couch. He explored every interior surface of my mouth—and I explored his.
Again in a sitting position, he began to unclasp my bra, but stopped at first, running his tongue along my cleavage, tasting and tickling. He finishing unclasping and then took my breasts in his hands, one by one, molding them perfectly into his grip. Jack tweaked each nipple, pinching slightly, but stopping right before it became painful. I continued kissing him, filled with desperate need.
My surprising arousal was snowballing out of control and I desperately needed something to happen. Jack slid his fingers under the elastic waistband and then dragged my panties slowly down my legs, taking his sweet time and driving me mad. Honestly, I was so worked up and I just had no idea where this was leading.
Was he about to fuck me? What about the whole pleasuring myself for him?
Christ, if he kept working me up like this, I was going to have a hard time saying no to anything.
"Spread your legs, Effie. I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours."
"I thought you said f-f-faces," I whispered, fighting back a smile.
"All of you is beautiful—and I want to see everything." Fine, Jack, you win.
I moved apprehensively, but it was still movement. His fingers crawled along the soft flesh of my inner thighs and approached my mound, so painfully close to my swollen clit.
They reached it right away, and my body reacted, tightening around his fingers. My mind was swimming in vivid images of sex, my eyes locked with Jack's.
His movement was gentle, however, almost indirect. He was just teasing me, warming me up so that I'd have to do it for him whenever he decided to stop—and I knew I'd never be able to say no after he got me started. No, you couldn't just stop an avalanche once it began.
The movements of my heaving chest grew more and more exaggerated as my breath fled as quickly as it arrived. His fingers gently plunged into my wetness, parting my lips and setting me on fire. He was going so easy, playing a game that was driving me wild.