“Are we really doing this?” she says, looking at me, watching her.
“Sky,” I say, caressing her cheek. “I have to admit I have thought about doing something like this with you for awhile.”
She laughs nervously. “Really? I really didn’t think I was your type.”
“I didn’t think I was yours.”
I sit on the bed next to her, kiss her on the lips, and then watch her do her thing.
First, she manually stimulates herself for a few minutes, wriggling her body in time with her fingers, soft, noteless moans escaping from her lips.
I bite my lower lip and feel my own body heating up just from watching her. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
We couldn’t be doing this unless we had the incredibly high level of comfort and trust we’d developed first as friends. I’m sure of it.
Somehow, that base of friendship makes this moment all the more erotic. And that much harder for me to keep my hands to myself.
Then she leans over to her nightstand to grab Bob again, and dares to look at me for the first time since she started. When we make eye contact my cock throbs in my jeans. I’m not sure how observant she is, but I’m guessing it’s hard for her to miss the giant bulge as my dick presses up against my zipper. It’s all I can do not to reach down and rub one off.
She flips a switch and Bob starts buzzing, and she closes her eyes again as she brings the head of the vibrator to her clit.
I’ve seen this type of vibrator before: a magic wand. I flash back to when I saw it on her nightstand when we were in here coming up with Operation Romper, and for some reason I just thought it was a microphone.
And while I was totally wrong about it being a microphone, it does make Sky louder.
Soft, delicate moans escape her lips now, heard over the buzzing of the vibrator as she presses it into her clit.
Watching Sky pleasure herself is so hot it feels surreal. I’ve always loved her voice, but the way she moans makes me appreciate it on another level.
Every one of her moans sends a jolt to my cock.
“I love the way you touch yourself, Sky. Watching you like this is such a turn on.”
Fluttering her eyes open, she looks at me.
“Does it make you want to fuck me?”
“Fuck me, Sky. Yes it does.”
Without taking my eyes off her, I remove my shoes, socks, and jeans.
“Do you see how hard I am for you right now?” I say. There’s no way she can miss the giant, hard erection pressing against my briefs.
“Yes. I see.”
“You’re making me hard. You are, Sky.”
Smiling, she says, “Just like I did on the couch.”
I grin. “Do you realize how impossible it is for me to not be hard when you’re pressing your ass into me?”
“I wasn’t pressing. I was jiggling it.”
My mouth falls open. “So you’re admitting it. You were trying to make me hard.”
She moans as she’s getting closer saying, “No, I was repositioning myself to get comfortable. But I did jiggle it…accidentally.”
“To try and make my cock comfortably sandwiched between your two mountains?”
She sighs, then moans, her abdomen twisting with pleasure.
I have to ask, “So you’re not mad this time?”
She bites her lower lip. “Fine, I admit it. I wasn’t really mad the last time.”
“I knew it.”
Grabbing the back of my neck with one hand, she pulls me closer and whispers, “I used Bob last night…thinking of you taking me on that couch.”
My eyes widen to saucers. “Holy fucking shit that’s hot. Tell me more of your dirty thoughts.” Watching her I’m now caressing myself thinking of her wet pussy and wanting Bob to be me.
“Too…hard…to…think,” she stammers.
She writhes and the way her breathing increases, it sounds like she’s getting close to orgasm. Her eyes follow me as I move to the foot of the bed.
Her breaths are short, and her cheeks are flushed pink.
“Let’s give Bob a break for a few minutes. I think he deserves it.”
I grab hold of Bob, turn him off, and toss him to the side so he’s out of the way.
Skylar’s lips hang open, and I thread my left hand through her fingers. “And I think you deserve it, too. You deserve a very real man who very much wants you. Like I do.”
I drag my tongue slowly along one inner thighs, then the other. Judging from her face and reactions, this is torture.
“Fuck, Luke. Please. Get there. Just please. Don’t tease me.”
“Why so impatient all of a sudden?”
Her whimpers become inarticulate, and she can’t see my grin as I do finally land between her legs, flicking my tongue on her clit.
Jesus, her pussy tastes sweet. I swear to God, it’s like honey nectar but better.
I wrap my hands around her thighs and drag her to the edge of the bed, repositioning her body so I can lick her the way I want, and the way she needs. Her legs press into my shoulders and aim straight up at the ceiling.
“Ah. Oh fuck oh fuck,” she sings.
I growl into her pussy as I ravage her opening, swirling my tongue on her clit. My hands explore upward on their own, landing on the nipples of her perky little tits, hard as pebbles.
She moans louder.
I love the taste of her. I love the way her voice sounds a little raspy when she’s on the edge of orgasm.
I stop, and she looks down for a moment.
“What?!” she asks, almost angry-sounding.
I lick my lips and grin. “You have a beautiful pussy, Sky.”
She clenches and unclenches her fists in the air, like she’s grasping for something she’s imagining were there.
I lick her stomach and this time curl my fingers into her, which causes Sky to twist and thrash like crazy.
She comes.
Well, to be fair I don’t know for sure. You know, I’m not a mind reader or anything. But the way she violently grabs a tuft of my hair, looks me in the eye and says, “Don’t stop using your tongue. Don’t you dare. Please,” I have to think an orgasm is happening for her.
Holy fucking shit, by the way.
Now here’s a side of Sky I’ve never seen in my life.
Alpha fucking Skylar. Ordering me around.
Although, still politely, which makes me smile.
But someone’s definitely impatient when it comes to pleasure.
But hell…three years and no one’s gone down on her? I would be impatient, too.
I pull my finger out from inside her and swirl my tongue on her clit, nibbling her, enjoying the fuck out of the way she shakes and writhes with every little tongue twist.
Damned if I don’t love knowing that it’s been a long time since she’s had a man go down on her—since Federico obviously wasn’t interested in it—and that I’m the man she chose to break her dam.
Judging by her wetness, her dam has broken down, big time.
The way she twists and whimpers is so unbelievably sexy, she turns me into a hungry wild animal. I growl as I lap her up, her legs shaking against my shoulders.
“Oh Luke. Oh yes,” she mewls, sounding high-pitched. I love how she doesn’t hesitate to thread a hand through my hair and grind her hips against me. It turns me on to know how unleashed she is, turning to butter in my hands.