“Does that feel good?” he asks.
I’m so swept away in this that I can’t speak. I just nod, pushing my finger deeper, my back bowing off the bed, fireworks going off inside my head. I won’t have to do this for long. I’m going to come so quickly. Something about being watched has me feeling completely outside of myself. Jamie shifts on the bed again. The mattress dips and then I feel his hands hooking under my thighs, dragging me toward the edge of the bed. Still I manage to keep my eyes closed, though I whimper when he roughly pushes my legs further apart and positions himself between them. I can feel his breath on my pussy, so I know he’s not going to fuck me. Not yet, anyway. No, he’s moved both himself and me because he wanted a better vantage point, and now he’s watching me touch myself up close.
“Jesus Christ, Sophia. You’re incredible.”
I’m not even thinking anymore. I palm my own breast, rolling my nipple, gasping as I squeeze it tight. It feels so fucking good. My brain has completely shut down, ceasing all coherent thought. All that matters is Jamie’s eyes on me, feasting, enjoying the show I’m putting on for him.
“Now imagine that you know you’re not alone, Sophia,” he says. “Imagine that someone’s entered the room, and you know they’re there with you, watching you. How does it make you feel?”
“Wet,” I pant. “So fucking turned on. I can’t help it.”
“You want to look, but you know you’re not allowed. So you keep on touching yourself, knowing you have an audience, getting wetter and wetter. Do you want to feel him touching you, Sophia? Do you want his hands on your body?”
“Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes!”
“Do you want his tongue on your pussy, sugar?”
I can’t even answer this question. The thought of Jamie going down on me right now is almost too much to bear. I writhe on the bed, increasing the pressure I’m applying to my clit, rubbing in faster, smaller circles as I’m overtaken by my need for him to touch me.
“I’m afraid if you want something, you’re going to have to say it,” Jamie says, his voice low.
“Fuck, yes. Yes, I want it. I want his tongue on my pussy. I want your tongue.”
Somewhere far away, I can hear him laughing a wicked laugh. His hand is suddenly on mine, ripping it away from my body as he licks and laves between my legs. The sensation is intense and soul shaking, and I can barely keep myself together. When he grazes my clit with his teeth, I can’t do it anymore.
“Fuck, Jamie. Please. Please, I need you. God, this is insane.”
“You need to lay still,” he tells me. “You need to let me taste you. You need to let me make you come with my mouth.”
I fist the over starched sheets underneath me, incapable of speech and incapable of laying still. If he wants that from me at this point, he’s going to have to strap me down and gag me or something. That might not necessarily be such a bad idea. It’ll take time, though, and I couldn’t bear him to stop what he’s doing. I’d be hysterical.
“God, sugar. You taste so fucking good. I could do this all day,” Jamie groans.
I buck my hips against his mouth, my back bowed so far that only the base of my skull and my butt are in contact with the mattress. I squeeze my breasts, my nipples, pinching them until they send darts of pain racing through me, and still it doesn’t seem enough. My body is electric, my soul is fire, and every single sensation I feel, powerful and devastating, is connected to another more intense sensation that threatens to disconnect me from consciousness and reason.
Jamie doesn’t get to continue for very long. I’m primed, ready to go off. I try to squirm away from him as my orgasm rips through me, my vision whiting out as a million pin pricks of pleasure explode all over my skin, but he grabs hold of me by the thighs, refusing to let me go. He forces my legs open as he carries on teasing me with his tongue, his hold tight and unescapable, and my climax deepens, creating almost painful waves of ecstasy that sink down into my bones.
“Shit. Shit, Jamie. I can’t—I can’t—God, stop!”
He does stop then, an evil laugh reaching my cottonwool-filled ears. I can only just hear him above the muted ringing sound that’s humming inside my head. My lips are twitching like crazy, along with the rest of my body. Jamie nearly has me rolling off the bed when he places one last, quick kiss on my pussy, sucking the slick heat from me. I nearly knee him in the head as my body spasms.
He pulls back, giving me a moment to regroup. “You’re amazing when you come,” he says. “Fucking amazing. I love watching you lose your shit. It’s my favorite pastime.”
He says that a lot. I’m beginning to believe his ass. “Can’t. See. Straight.” I pant. “Can’t. Move.”