Good. Fucking. God.
Her hair looks like someone just fucked her brains out. All messy and long. Hanging over her eyes, which have been darked up with smoky colors. Grays and blacks. Her brown eyes still have that glint of sultry power shining from within. And her lips are glossy and red. I picture them wrapped around my cock, those tantalizing brown eyes looking up at me as I hold her head in place and fuck her mouth.
She’s lying back on her bed wearing black lingerie. A corset. She’s got her knees up, legs open, panties pulled aside, fingers spreading herself so I can see her pussy.
Her tits are practically spilling out of the push-up bra built into the corset. Her other hand is pulling down the fabric to reveal a nipple.
It’s a really good visual.
“Do you like me this way, Elias?”
“Yes,” I mumble. My hand is busier now. My strokes faster. My heart faster. Everything is faster.
Her breathing picks up too. A few seconds later she’s panting, but it sounds like she’s holding back. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I have my fingers in my pussy. Wishing they were your fat cock.”
I allow myself a smile.
“Pretend your hand is mine now, Elias. That’s my hand on your cock. That’s my hand stroking you.”
I do pretend. I stare down at the picture, hold the image of her in my head, and then close my eyes.
“Drag my hand up and down your shaft, Elias. Slowly. All the way up. Over the tip of your head, squeezing out little drops of liquid. I would lean over and lick it off if I was there. Looking up at you as I do it. Relishing the taste of your arousal.”
I see the whole thing as I lean back into the couch cushions and stretch my legs out. My hand becomes her hand.
“Now lift up your cock and place it flat against your stomach. Feel me lick your balls. One of my fingers is wandering, Elias. Down to stroke your asshole. Probe it…”
“Jesus,” I mumble.
“Do you want me to lick you there?” she asks.
“Fuck, yeah,” I say.
“Imagine my tongue takes the place of my finger. I sweep over your ass, then lick my way up your balls, sucking them into my mouth. I’m looking at you, Elias. Only you as I kiss my way back up your hard, muscular stomach and then put my mouth over the head of your cock. I cup your balls now. Wanting you to come down my throat. Your hands grab my hair and fist it. You force my face down. Force your cock into the back of my throat. Your other hand palms my neck, searching for the movement of my muscles as I swallow your thick shaft.”
“Goddamn,” I say.
“I’m so horny, Elias. I wish you were here to really satisfy me. My fingers can’t replace the real thing. I want you inside me. Stretching me open as you fill me up.”
Poor thing.
“But I’ll just have to wait, won’t I?”
“Yes,” I say.
“There’s no replacement for what you can give me.”
“No,” I mumble. I’m jerking myself off pretty hard now. I make slapping noises each time my fist goes up and down my cock.
“I want to come, Elias. You can make me come. You can lean your head down between my legs. One hand fisting my breast. Squeezing it hard. So hard I gasp and whine. But I won’t tell you to stop.”
“I wouldn’t listen anyway,” I say, breathing hard as the words come out.
“I know,” she whines. “I know you wouldn’t. You’d make me suffer, wouldn’t you, Elias?”
“Yes,” I say. I’m getting close. I like this visual. I really do wish I was eating her pussy right now.
“What are you doing to me?” she asks.
“Licking you, Nadia.”
“Oh,” she moans. “It feels so good.”
“I’m licking your pussy,” I say. “Lapping my tongue against it in long sweeps. Sucking in your clit until your hands grab my head and you try to push me off.”
“You’d never let me push you off, would you?”
“Never,” I mumble. “But I’d like you to try.”
“You want me to fight back a little, Elias? Writhe in place. Wriggle my body, desperate to stop the sensations—Oh,” she moans. “Oh, I’m getting close, Elias. Please put your cock inside me. Please, I’m begging you. I’m pulling your hair. I want your mouth on mine. I want to taste the sweetness of my own pussy. I want to feel you enter me—Oh,” she moans again, this time louder.
I’m so fucking turned on I feel a climax building. “I’d lift your knees up to your neck,” I tell her. “I’d open you up so wide.”
“I’d hold my legs open for you, Elias. Like an invitation.”
Jesus fuck. I might have to get up and go over to her apartment right now, that’s how bad I want this to be real.
“Where should I come?” I ask her. “Do you want me to spill it inside your pussy or your mouth?”
“Pussy,” she says. “So I can come all over your cock at the same time.”
I squeeze my cock as I pump it harder. My breathing is loud now. I’m almost breathless as I picture this scene in my head. A few seconds later I groan. “Ahhhhhh,” I say. “Yeahhhh,” I grunt, just as hot semen spills out of me.
“I’m coming, Elias,” she pants. She’s loud now too. “I’m coming all over you. Can you feel me squeezing your cock? Can you—Ahhhh,” she says. “Ohhhhhh, yesssssss,” she whines.
After that there is nothing but heavy breathing from both of us. Seconds go by, maybe a whole minute before she moans again.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes still closed. Suddenly tired.
“Turning over, Elias. Molding my back into your chest. You’re putting your arms around me. Pulling me close. Biting my shoulder and kissing my neck. We’re falling asleep. Completely satisfied.”
I might fall asleep this very moment.
Our breathing slows. Hers matching mine.
“That was fun,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” I mumble. “I hope Jordan had the same good time.”
“He did. But just imagine how great it will be with all three of us together.”
“Yeah,” I moan. So fucking tired. Maybe drunk. But definitely satisfied.
“I can’t wait,” she says. “So I hope you’re not too unhappy with me.”
“Why would I be unhappy with you?” I ask, totally not understanding right now.
“I don’t know,” she says in a soft voice that makes her sound almost… vulnerable. “I got the impression you don’t like me.”
“I like you well enough, Nadia.”
“I want more, Elias. I want you to crave me.”
“Well, this is a good start.” I laugh. My eyes are still closed. I don’t mind the virtual pillow talk if that’s what she needs. I know how to do this, I remind myself. I know how to make them feel wanted and special. “I’ll set something up for tomorrow night, how’s that sound?”
“Oh, thank you,” she says. “I want it, Elias. I really do. I want both of you inside me at the same time. I won’t be able to work tomorrow. I might have to sneak away from class to get myself off in the bathroom.”
“No,” I say, ready for sleep. “Don’t cheat, Nadia.” My whole body is heavy and relaxed. “We want you begging for us the minute we start taking your clothes off.”