but I remain where I’m at, eager to see what she’ll do next.
And she doesn’t disappoint.
Kelsey withdraws her fingers from her body and starts drawing circles on her clit. Tighter and tighter. Faster and faster. She’s trying to get herself off, and quick—and I realize I don’t want this to end so fast.
“I love knowing you’re watching me do this,” she admits, her voice low. “I love knowing that you want to touch me so badly, you’re squeezing the armrests on the chair extra hard.” A pause. “I bet your cock is extra hard too.”
“Come over here and find out,” I demand.
“Hold on.” She bucks her hips. Her fingers are frantic now, as are her breaths. Those busy fingers slip over her flesh and she’s panting, reaching for her peak as her toes curl into the mattress in preparation.
The shaking comes out of nowhere when the orgasm hits her. I watch in mute fascination as she writhes about on my bed, her fingers still working her clit, the juicy sounds along with our ragged breaths the only noise in the otherwise quiet room. She lies there for a moment, her gaze on the ceiling, her chest rising and falling rapidly before she sits up, pushing her hair out of her eyes when she swings her legs over the side of the bed.
“Come here,” I say to her, and she flashes me a look, rising to her feet. She does exactly as I demand, making her way toward me, her hips swinging. Her breasts swaying.
Without hesitation, she climbs right on top of me, straddling my hips, her knees bent, her wet pussy pressed against my groin. She rests her arms on my shoulders, her face in mine, and I drink her in, mesmerized by her glowing-with-sweat skin. Intoxicated by the musky smell of her.
“I want to mess your suit up.” She grinds herself against me, dampening the fabric. “I want you to see the stains on your clothes tomorrow and know I’m the one who marked you.”
“Territorial?” I rest my hands lightly on her flaring hips, and she dodges away from my touch.
“Just don’t want you to forget about me,” she says with a smile.
As if I could.
I grip the back of her neck and pull her down for a hungry kiss. She returns it, her tongue sliding against mine in time with her grinding body. She keeps dragging her pussy across my erection. Back and forth, again and again. Like she’s trying to get me off.
Trying to get herself off.
I slide my other hand across the smooth skin of her ass, reaching between her legs to stroke her. She moans into my mouth when I insert my fingers inside all that wet, tight heat.
“Feels so good,” she whispers against my lips as she starts to ride my hand in earnest. “I love the way you touch me.”
I stroke her. Tease her. Gather up all that moisture and rub her clit. Fast. Slow. I pull away so I can see her face to find she’s already watching me. Our gazes lock, and I remove my hand from between her thighs, circling my wet finger around one nipple. Then the other.
She tears her gaze from mine and tilts her head down, her teeth catching her lower lip. I lean in and dart my tongue out, licking her left nipple. Then her right. Her thigh muscles draw tight and her fingers curl around my shoulders, gripping me when I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck it deep.
We continue the tease for long minutes. Me still full dressed and sweating like a motherfucker while I lick and suck her nipples. Tease her pussy with my fingers. I want to taste her. She’s so wet, she’s practically dripping, and I’m about ready to bust through my pants, I’m so fucking hard.
I just want to sink inside her and lose myself, but she’s determined to put me through this exquisite torture first. So I play her game and do my damnedest to drive her out of her mind.
“Put your knees on the chair arms,” I tell her at one point, and she frowns, looking around. “Do it.”
It’s a demand, not a question, and she rises up, pressing her left knee on one armrest, her right knee on the other, which spreads her wide open and directly in front of me.
Cupping her ass cheeks, I slide down a little, my neck protesting, but fuck it. I want her.
And this is the perfect angle for me