Page 62 of Fragile Lives
I move my palm along my shaft, and I could use some lotion for sure. Running to get it would ruin the mood, so I spit into my palm and cover the head with it.
Her breath hitches and she leans toward me.Interesting.
I slowly move my hand up and down, and she licks her lips.Oh fuck, I can imagine her full, red lips wrapped around my dick while I fist her gorgeous mane.
Another tug on my cock feels too good, and the muscles on my stomach contract, nearly sending me into a full-body shudder. She lets out a loud sigh but quickly catches herself and clamps her mouth shut.
Fuck, I want it open. I want to imagine her on me.
I keep running my palm over my shaft while squeezing my balls. It feels so fucking good, but I’m at the point where I need pain to come, or eventually I’ll deflate and embarrass myself. So I squeeze the base, making my whole dick darken. Then I feel the ping of that pleasure I was waiting for. I glance at Leila so I can live my fantasy and find her sitting on the edge of the couch with an angry look on her face.
“Drop the hand,” she hisses.
I tilt my head, confused by her request, still high on the feeling I’m experiencing.
“Drop. The fucking. Hand.”
And my hand drops. Both of them. Fuck me, my body listened to her without even listening to my own brain.
She moves so her ass is nearly hanging from the edge of the loveseat, then spreads her legs wide. I can see everything.
“Eyes on my face, soldier.”
“I’m not a soldier.”
“You are when I say you are.” Her voice is rough and low, one I haven’t yet heard from her.
And with that, my eyes shift to her face and find her licking her suddenly swollen lips. Her eyes are half closed, her cheeks are red. She’s a sight to behold.
“Wrap your big hand around your giant dick,” she orders, and my hand moves to do as it’s told. I didn’t know she could talk like that, and I squeeze my shaft, excited.
“Gentler.”
“No, I can’t, Lei. I ca—”
She raises her hand, shutting me up, and stands from the couch. Moving toward me slowly, she keeps her eyes trained on mine. Warning me to not move. And fuck me, but I love her treating me like this.
When she’s next to me, she kneels on the side of the chair I’m sitting on and places her hand on top of mine, grazing my fingers with hers.
“You can.” Her eyes find and hold mine. “You don’t have to punish yourself every time you feel good.”
I swallow the rough truth I’ve been running away from, unsure of how she managed to get it out of me in the short time she’s known me.
Her hand helps mine move, and I notice how mine is twice the size of hers, and I love how small she is and yet how she can mold me into something new without any effort other than being herself. Letting someone else control me relieves me ofresponsibility for the time being. I didn’t know it could be so liberating.
Her hand slowly moves with mine, and even though it’s my hand touching my dick, it feels so fucking good. Then she takes my hand, brings it to her mouth, and gives it a long, wet lick. My eyes go droopy, and when she places my hand back on my cock, I’m ready to go.
We move a few more times when she leans down to my ear and whispers, “Let me.”
I instantly drop my hand, and hers replaces it right away. It’s small and barely covers anything but fuck, it feels so good. She licks her hand, and I follow the movement of her tongue with my eyes. When she puts her hand back on me, my whole body goes rigid, the muscles in my stomach twitching. She feels it too, because she quickens the tempo and inches her mouth closer to my ear.
“Let yourself go.” Her whisper tingles my brain, and when she bites my earlobe, I explode, shooting cum all over my stomach and chest. She’s walking me through the whole orgasm and slows down at the end when it gets too sensitive. I don’t want to think about where she knows so much from—I just want to erase the moment the question ever popped into my brain.
When I’m done, she trails light kisses from my ear, onto my cheek, before giving me a peck on the mouth.
“Go clean yourself, soldier.”
“I’m not a soldier.” My voice comes out coarse like I’ve been yelling at some rock concert for hours.
