His voice trailed off and I could all but hear the wheels spinning. “No time like the present,” he murmured. “Now what?”
“Umm, the guy stood her up and turned her around, flipped her over the back of the couch. He’s grabbing her butt cheek with one hand while his fingers of his other hand are...in her.” I cleared my throat. This was getting real. “Now... he’s in her. They’re having sex.” This was my first porn and I was so glad I was alone. Would I have been able to watch it with him here, in the room?
“What’s it like? Fast or slow?” He was silent while waiting for my reaction.
Lying on my side, I curled around to better see and describe the action. “It’s fast.” Suddenly, I wanted him in me. “How far away are you?” I asked desperately.
“Open the nightstand drawer, doll.” His voice was hushed and seductive.
Reaching for the drawer, I smiled as I saw the vibrator we had purchased inside. He didn’t have to tell me to take it out. I already had it in my hand and was stroking it appreciatively, wishing it was the real thing.
“Don’t forget to use some of the lube to get started,” he instructed. “I’d go with the flavored warming gel, since I plan to lick you later.”
“Wyatt,” I moaned. The images he was implanting in my head had me nearly writhing in agony. Seconds later, I was squirting the gel on the toy and had inserted it in my aching vagina. “ Oh, Wyatt. ”
He chuckled warmly. “So we can cross off #32: Watch porn alone. In just a minute, we’ll be able to cross off #31: Watch porn together.”
“Not now,” I hissed. Suddenly, making that feeling come back, easing my need was so much more important than some stupid list.
“So you aren’t proud that you have also conquered #5: phone sex and #7: use a vibrator...all before breakfast?” He was silent then.
Honestly, I had stopped paying attention. If I could just get this damn vibrator positioned right… That’s probably why I never heard him walk into the apartment. All of a sudden, I twisted and he was there, watching me. Wyatt hesitated for a second, then started stripping as he closed the distance between us. Kicking his shoes off at the door, he then yanked off his socks. Standing erect once more, he pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes were as drawn to him as his were to me. My body was craving his body. His shorts were down around his ankles now and he neatly stepped out of them as he continued toward me. The bulge in his boxer briefs was obvious. Slowly, I started to pull the vibrator out. At the moment, I couldn’t settle for a vibrator when the real thing was so close and so ready.
Shaking his head, he murmured, “No, doll.”
A whimper escaped my lips, bringing a smile to his face. That bastard! He loved torturing me. God, I hated him sometimes. Before I could get good and angry, he was there, naked, beside me, caressing each and every tingly bit of me. His lips were on mine.
“It’s impossible to kiss angry, doll,” he teased. “Don’t worry, I know just how to fix this.” He smiled at me, staring at me with eyes free of deception, free of judgment, full of desire.
The previous night had definitely done a number on me. My inhibitions were non-existent. He had won my confidence. All I wanted, at the moment, was him...in me...until I felt the relief I needed. It wasn’t to be, at the moment at least, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. My reaction surprised me, but Wyatt seemed unfazed.
“It’s the drug,” he murmured into my neck. “You are going to be super sensitive today. Luckily, I am super tough. After being raised in a family full of women, I am also impervious to tears.” He pulled back just long enough to wink at me. It turned my insides to jelly. This man. “Now...where were we?” He asked looking into my eyes. Slowly, purposefully, he turned his attention to the movie playing. “Ah, I believe I promised we’d re-enact this
“Umm, the guy stood her up and turned her around, flipped her over the back of the couch. He’s grabbing her butt cheek with one hand while his fingers of his other hand are...in her.” I cleared my throat. This was getting real. “Now... he’s in her. They’re having sex.” This was my first porn and I was so glad I was alone. Would I have been able to watch it with him here, in the room?
“What’s it like? Fast or slow?” He was silent while waiting for my reaction.
Lying on my side, I curled around to better see and describe the action. “It’s fast.” Suddenly, I wanted him in me. “How far away are you?” I asked desperately.
“Open the nightstand drawer, doll.” His voice was hushed and seductive.
Reaching for the drawer, I smiled as I saw the vibrator we had purchased inside. He didn’t have to tell me to take it out. I already had it in my hand and was stroking it appreciatively, wishing it was the real thing.
“Don’t forget to use some of the lube to get started,” he instructed. “I’d go with the flavored warming gel, since I plan to lick you later.”
“Wyatt,” I moaned. The images he was implanting in my head had me nearly writhing in agony. Seconds later, I was squirting the gel on the toy and had inserted it in my aching vagina. “ Oh, Wyatt. ”
He chuckled warmly. “So we can cross off #32: Watch porn alone. In just a minute, we’ll be able to cross off #31: Watch porn together.”
“Not now,” I hissed. Suddenly, making that feeling come back, easing my need was so much more important than some stupid list.
“So you aren’t proud that you have also conquered #5: phone sex and #7: use a vibrator...all before breakfast?” He was silent then.
Honestly, I had stopped paying attention. If I could just get this damn vibrator positioned right… That’s probably why I never heard him walk into the apartment. All of a sudden, I twisted and he was there, watching me. Wyatt hesitated for a second, then started stripping as he closed the distance between us. Kicking his shoes off at the door, he then yanked off his socks. Standing erect once more, he pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes were as drawn to him as his were to me. My body was craving his body. His shorts were down around his ankles now and he neatly stepped out of them as he continued toward me. The bulge in his boxer briefs was obvious. Slowly, I started to pull the vibrator out. At the moment, I couldn’t settle for a vibrator when the real thing was so close and so ready.
Shaking his head, he murmured, “No, doll.”
A whimper escaped my lips, bringing a smile to his face. That bastard! He loved torturing me. God, I hated him sometimes. Before I could get good and angry, he was there, naked, beside me, caressing each and every tingly bit of me. His lips were on mine.
“It’s impossible to kiss angry, doll,” he teased. “Don’t worry, I know just how to fix this.” He smiled at me, staring at me with eyes free of deception, free of judgment, full of desire.
The previous night had definitely done a number on me. My inhibitions were non-existent. He had won my confidence. All I wanted, at the moment, was him...in me...until I felt the relief I needed. It wasn’t to be, at the moment at least, and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. My reaction surprised me, but Wyatt seemed unfazed.
“It’s the drug,” he murmured into my neck. “You are going to be super sensitive today. Luckily, I am super tough. After being raised in a family full of women, I am also impervious to tears.” He pulled back just long enough to wink at me. It turned my insides to jelly. This man. “Now...where were we?” He asked looking into my eyes. Slowly, purposefully, he turned his attention to the movie playing. “Ah, I believe I promised we’d re-enact this
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