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There’s no waiting. This is lust. The gorilla in me is pounding his chest and sounding his call. Now, at last, you’re mine, woman. The way she’s looking at me, the set of her stare, the raw sexuality of how she’s exposed, prove we’re thinking alike. Then she seals the deal.
“Fuck me right now. How do you want me?”
The one clear thinking gene in my mind calibrates the situation. She said she doesn’t orgasm from intercourse. What’s the best chance of it happening?
“On top. Come here, baby.”
I lay down beside her and flip her on top of me. Straddling my body, she rises and takes ahold of my dick.
“Wait!” I say.
Her head tilts to the side and she settles.
“I’m going to show you how your lips can stroke me.”
The expression on her face is priceless. One half disbelief and the other excitement.
I angle the head of my dick pointing forward and lift and sit her body close to my tip. Now is the time for patience on my part. I need to reign in the passion a little. Make her relax.
“Let me look at you,” I say softly. “Your lips.”
I’m getting turned on by my own words. Slowing my roll works to rise the heat.
“Open up. Pull your beautiful lips apart.”
There’s a slight hesitation. And then, her fingers move slowly to her pussy. In a sexy move, she doesn’t do what I’ve asked. Not at first. Instead, she licks her middle finger and places it very gently over where I’m sure her clit hides. All the while hypnotizing me with her eyes.
Fuck me, woman.My dick just grew an inch.
Then she makes delicate circles while my hands pinch her nipples. I’m mesmerized, and an involuntary groan escapes my lips.
Chapter 10
Bristol
This is my new favorite reality show.
Who am I right now? Some new version of me has taken hold, and I fucking love her.Just go with the flow, Bristol.It feels great. Everything he does is right. But it’s all going to come crashing down with my subpar sexual abilities.
For now I’m going to assume my false identity and do what he’s asking.Be present.I slowly part my lips. His eyes dart from my breasts to my pussy, and they take on a darker hue.
“That’s it, baby. Let me touch you.”
Strong hands become soft fingers as he uses his thumbs to explore. He pulls back the hood and when my clit pops out the muscle in his jaw tenses. Leaning my head back I get lost in the touch.
It’s delicate.
“God you’re beautiful. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Only a few men have ever been given permission to get up close and personal. Not for any length of time anyway. Why would I when it’s just an exercise in frustration? I’m so much more adept at bringing myself to orgasm than any man has ever been.
I’m ashamed to say I’ve always pretended passion rather than let a man spend an hour making me numb. But this feels very different. I’m not going to fake it tonight. Whatever happens I won’t fake it with Sawyer.
I jump a bit when he licks a finger and taps it on my clit. Oh Jesus. Hallelujah. I feel. “It feels good, right?” he says. There’s a sweetness to his question, but it’s mixed with restraint. He’s holding back I think mindful of what I told him. It’s sexy.
“It feels great.”
He separates my lips, and now his magnificent cock is poking out between them.
