“Whatever you want to call it, yours is ‘nice.’ Makes me want to bite it.” His eyes darken. “And while I’m biting your ‘butt,’ I’d use my hands to explore between your legs, and eventually stroke your penis.”
I’m now lying on my stomach with my chin resting on my hands as I watch his penis harden under my stare, and probably with the image I’ve put in his head. I feel so comfortable being naked with him that it doesn’t bother me in the least teasing him to arousal. The only problem is that my teasing also arouses me to the point that I’m having trouble staying still.
As he grabs hold of his shaft, I lick my lips watching him caress his length from tip to base. “So when you have me in your hands what will you do to me?” he asks, continuing to massage his length.
I really want my hands to be the one stroking him. He’s beautiful and, well—not that I’ve seen that many—he’s above average in size.
“I can’t think when I’m watching you do that.” I can’t take my eyes from what he’s doing.
“Lie on your back for me.” He stays standing above me.
Turning on to my back, he moves to stand beside me, looking down at me as I watch his penis leak, which he spreads over his lengthening erection.
“Are you wet, Rosie? I don’t mean with my cum, but are you wet with arousal. Touch yourself and tell me.”
Can I really do that? You can do anything with Ruben. Trust him…
Opening my legs, I use one hand to spread my nether lips open to his gaze and dip my finger inside. My whole body shivers with need.
“Rosie,” he pants. “Don’t stop touching yourself.”
We’re really doing this?
If he’s up for this then so am I.
Inserting my finger further inside my channel, I start sliding it back and forth and use my other hand to pinch my nipples. It feels so good and causes my arousal to run through me.
My eyes stay on Ruben’s hand as he works himself—faster—harder—his penis lengthens and he leans back against the wall behind him as I see his legs quiver.
“I want you to come with me.”
“I’m close. Oh God, Rosie,” he whispers.
Putting my feet together, I spread my knees to the side, which gives him a better view of my * and my fingers slipping in and out of me. He cusses!
The sensation starts in my stomach and spreads outwards, and, with one rub against my clit, my eyes shut in ecstasy. I come apart against my fingers.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I open my eyes and watch as Ruben ejaculates into the hay, just missing me. It brings him to his knees.
“Ruben, you up there?”
Our eyes meet.
“We’ll be down,” he inhales, “in ten.”
“Make it five otherwise Mom will be out here…and sorry to interrupt,” Sebastian says, laughing. I can tell from his tone that he’s not sorry at all.
God, I can’t believe we’ve just done that. It was hot and arousing, but shit. I feel the blush that I’ve been trying to hold at bay since we started this rise into my face. There’s no way Ruben will miss how embarrassed I am. More so with nearly being caught.
“Rosie.” Ruben crawls over to me and kisses me on the lips. Just a quick kiss without any tongue, but possessive nevertheless and starts helping me to dress. The only problem I have, though, is when I stand and feel his cum from the first time sliding out of me and down my thighs.
“Um, Ruben. Do you have anything to clean me up? You’re kinda running down my legs,” I ask him getting a grin in return. “Today please.”
“I told you before babe, I love being all over you.” He then finishes putting himself back together while I’m left floundering. I feel like hitting him over the head with whatever I can find.
“Rosie.” He cups my face in his hands. “I’m sorry for being a careless jerk. Now, I’m going to take care of you.”
I roll my eyes. “Isn’t that what got me into this predicament in the first place?”
Placing my hands on my hips, I refuse to smile at him while he’s looking so damn smug. Before my brain can register what he’s doing, he’s kneeling at my feet with his hands on my thighs and his head beneath my skirt. “Ruben?”
“Hold still. I’m cleaning you up.” And he does. I’m not sure what he’s using but he’s taking special care while wiping my thighs and between my legs. Frustratingly slow.
“Oh god, what am I going to wear now you’ve ruined my panties. I can’t go out there without any panties. I’m wearing a dress. If I was in jeans it wouldn’t matter, but, oh my god, Ruben!”
Sensing my stress, he comes out from underneath my skirt and, straightening up I can see the wheels turning in his head. “I’ll ask if Carla has any jeans here that you can borrow and a sweater. See sorted.”