She shakes her head in silence before peeling the tank top off, leaving her in only a pair of light blue panties and a matching bra. They’re doing all sorts of things to my imagination, the color playing perfectly off her bronze skin and ocean eyes.
That’s when it hits me. “Is this my punishment?”
She pops a shoulder. “Just want to make sure you’ve learned your lesson because you’re never breaking up with me again.” Her smile is sinister and wicked, lifted on one side.
“Oh, sweetheart.” I take a step forward, but she mirrors it, retreating. “I’ve learned my lesson. Trust me. I’m never making that mistake again.”
“I just want to make sure it really sinks in, you know?”
Finally, she moves towards me, hands on my hipbones, walking me backward. Looking down, I’m mesmerized by the slit in her cleavage, the way her tits bounce with each step, and I want nothing more than to touch every inch of her body. I need it in my hands, in my mouth.
The back of my legs hit the couch as she pushes me to sit down.
“No touching allowed. You can watch.”
Fuck me.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
“Okay, confidence,” I encourage.
She lightly laughs before her ring-covered fingers graze over her tits, pinching her nipples and forming them into little brown peaks.
“Fuck, Vee,” I murmur in a daze. “Goddamn perfection.” I relax back into the couch, stretching out like a king on his throne.
She sways her hips slightly as she stands in front of me, giving me a show, her hands trailing down her soft skin and hooking into the waistband of her underwear.
I swallow, internally begging for her to pull them off, needing to see her pretty brown pussy I haven’t been able to taste in far too long.
She plays with the fabric but keeps them in place.
“Don’t tease me. Take them off.”
She does as I say, slowly shimmying them down her thighs until they pool around her ankles.
My naked girl stands there in all her glory, endlessly more confident than the first time I saw her bare, and I love that for her.
Judging by the erection I’m sporting, I love it for me too.
The slit between her legs is already glistening with her arousal, making my cock painfully stretch against my zipper. I give it a quick adjustment to try to reduce the ache.
She slowly shakes her head. “No touching.”
“Stevie,” I whine. “You can’t stand there looking like that and not let me touch anything. You’re torturing me.”
“That’s the point. But if you follow the rules, then I’ll give you what you want.” She stalks towards me. “Eventually.”
I resign, sinking back to the couch behind me, my arms out wide, resting on the top of the sofa, hoping it’ll keep my hands from finding her. “It’s a good thing I love you.”
Her smile is soft. “Yeah. Good thing.”
She climbs onto the couch, legs straddling mine, but she stays up on her knees, not touching me or providing the much-needed friction my dick is begging for.
Her hands roam her body, feeling every bit that I’m desperate to touch. Her fingers trail her stomach, inching south, as I follow their path in a trance. Her other hand cups her tit, playing with it, rolling her nipple, but I’m too focused on the one moving down towards her clit.
Her middle finger grazes it, pulling a soft whimper from my girl’s throat.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe out, mesmerized.
She rubs against herself, her body rocking on her fingers.
“Fuck, Vee. Does that feel good?”
“Mm-hmm.” She bites down on her lip, eyes watching me. “So good.”
“Look at you. Fucking unreal, Stevie girl.”
I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life as my hips begin involuntarily rocking, begging for the friction she’s denying me.
Fully clothed, I sit on my couch as the girl I’m in love with straddles me, touching herself for only me to see. Other than this being absolute torture, I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky that this is my life.
She rubs slow leisurely circles through her wet folds, her pussy hovering inches over me. Her eyes get all innocent and soft. “Tell me what you want to see.”
Good God.
My head falls back as I scrub a hand across my jaw in disbelief before taking a deep breath and focusing on her once again. “Slip a finger inside. Let me see you make yourself feel good.”
She removes her hand from her clit and instead holds her glistening fingers in front of my mouth, asking for more lubrication. I take them between my lips, sucking off her arousal, twirling my tongue around them, and coating her fingers with me instead.
Stevie pulls them from me, rubbing them against herself once more before her middle finger disappears.
She falls forward with a moan, keeping herself up with one arm on the back of the couch, her tits right in front of my face, begging for me to take them in my mouth.
This little show is going to kill me.
Sitting up on her knees, she continues to fuck her hand. Her curly hair has fallen in front of her face. I need to push it out of the way to see her, but I also really want my reward for following her rules.
Her movements are mesmerizing, one glistening finger moving in and out at a torturous pace.
“Add another finger for me, Vee.”
She drops her head back, exposing her face. Her freckled cheeks are flushed, her pretty eyes hooded, but her lips lift in a mischievous smile as another finger disappears inside of her.
“Such a good girl,” I breathe. “So good at listening.”
She slowly pumps her fingers.
“Move them faster for me.”
She picks up the pace, her fingers bringing her to the edge as her palm pushes against her clit. “It feels so good,” she whimpers.
She’s fucking perfection.
I need to touch her or myself, something to ease the ache of my dick being overly confined. I want to join her, and this is pure torture. If I hadn’t already learned my lesson, her fucking herself and not letting me join in would make it sink in.
My hands clench into fists, trying to restrain myself, needing her to give in soon.
She writhes against her own touch, her body quivering, having a hard time holding itself up.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous. Make yourself come, baby.”
She continues her movements, rolling on her fingers, soft little moans and cries flowing freely from her lips.
“Let me see you come, Vee.”
“Zee?”
I have to swallow, trying to control myself from hearing her call my name while she looks like this. I lick my lips, watching her in a daze. “Mm-hmm?”
“Will you help me finish?”
Fucking hell. She doesn’t have to ask me twice. My hands are around her with no time wasted, squeezing her ass. I stand, picking her up before turning around and tossing her back on the couch. Falling to my knees, I spread her legs wide, throwing them over my shoulders before my warm tongue is flat against her core.
“Oh my God,” she cries, head falling back.
I didn’t know I earned a new nickname, but she can call me that anytime she wants.