Page 104 of Give & Take

“Jesus Lana.” My cock throbs. Actually fucking throbs.

Her other hand glides up over her breasts, “I felt so ashamed,” she says as she plucks at her nipple.

I let out a longfuckunder my breath.I can’t decide where to look—her face or her hands or just…all of her.

“But I didn’t stop,” she continues. “If anything, it made me want to keep going. It was”—she tugs at her nipple, sending a spike of aching need to my crotch—“even hotter, somehow.”

I can’t stand it anymore. Still clenching her panties in my fist, I flick open the button on my jeans. “Did you want me to catch you, Sunshine?” My voice is barely more than a low rasp.

But she hears me. Through the glass, her eyes meetmine. “Yes,” she breathes, as she buries her fingers inside herself.

I clench my cock so tight it hurts.

Lana closes her eyes, tipping her head back. She looks unbearably beautiful. Criminally sexy. This is the best kind of torture.

“I felt,” she breathes, “like this deviant person. Iwantedyou to see how turned on I got because of you.”

I groan as I unzip my jeans, desperate in my need. “Would you have kept going if I did?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she says, breathless. “Maybe if you touched yourself too.”

“Like this?” I ask, pulling myself out of my jeans. It takes me a minute because of how wet they are. How immovable. But I manage. And when I do, Lana’s eyes go wide at the sight of my stiff cock, finally freed.

I take the panties and fit them in the fist I’m using to stroke myself. The sensation of the pink cotton—fabric that was on her—adds a new, almost painful layer of pleasure to this.

“Do you think of me?” she asks, almost shyly. “When you touch yourself?”

“Lana,” I say. “I think of you all the time. It doesn’t stop.”

It’s true. And now’s not the time to tell her I don’t just mean like this.

“Should I…” Lana hesitates. Her eyes are glassy watching the gap between my jeans and t-shirt, where I’m showing her just how much I want her. “Should I get it?”

She’s talking about the dildo.

I nod, not trusting my voice. I know I’ll sound too eager.

I was sure Lana was going to be as buttoned up with her sexual proclivities as she was in regular life. That her ex would have stymied any of that exploration.

I fuckinglovehow wrong I was.

I want to ask her if she’s ever done anything like this before. To see if this is special for me or if she’s been wild before. I think, if I’m being honest with myself, I wouldn’t care either way. With Lana, I’d adapt myself to her level of comfort. And her interests. Even if she really is into three-pronged alien dick, I’ll figure out a way to make it happen.

When Lana stops what she’s doing to pull the dildo out of a box though, my eyes widen, then squint. Is that thing bigger than me?

I look down at myself. I don’t think it is. Maybe the same size.

When I glance up again, there’s a little smile on her face.

I grin sheepishly. “Just checking to see if I can satisfy you too.”

“You’ll satisfy me, Raph. The bar is pretty low. This thing doesn’t tell me I’m beautiful or hold me when I cry.”

She waggles the dildo and it bounces slightly, making me laugh.

I shrug. “If you only got off with that thing and not me, I’d become best friends with a silicone dick. I’ll mentally prepare myself now. I’ll call him…Silicone Simon.”

“Oh, God,” she laughs. “Please no.”

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