Page 65 of First Touch

I’ve always been a little self-conscious with how small my chest got after I took up running, going from a full C to barely a B cup, but seeing Jesse so obviously attracted to me makes me feel divine.

I’ve been hiding myself away for so long, and having someone admire me is liberating. Not just someone, Jesse. It gives me the courage to slide out of my shorts, showing him my new matching panties.

A benefit of Kyle going through my drawers was a freshly updated lingerie collection. I’m glad Jesse gets to reap the benefits.

“Now what?” I ask as he fights for his life ten feet away from me when he sees my lacy pink thong.

“Fuck, Thea.” His jaw ticks. “Get on your knees. In the middle of the bed,” he grits out. I do as he says, pushing aside my shyness and soaking in the feeling of being desirable to him. I haven’t wanted to be sexy for anyone the majority of my adult life, but I am sexy and I deserve to show it off.

My feelings are validated just by looking into Jesse’s eyes. He wants me with a fire so hot that I hope it can never be extinguished. I know my desire for him won’t.

I pull the hair tie out of my hair, letting the loose curls fall down my shoulders. Feeling like my authentic self for the first time in my life.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says with wonder in his voice. It makes my heart skip a beat and I know without a doubt that I am falling in love with this man.

“So are you,” I tell him, meaning every word. With his powerful legs stretched out in front of him, someone could carve his likeness into stone. Even better, a marble statue in a Greek museum. A beautiful picture of strength.

“Touch yourself. Everywhere you want me to touch you.” His eyes are wild, waiting for me to comply, so I start slowly, tracing my collarbones with my fingers, up my neck, and to my lips. When I start moving towards my cleavage, we both hold our breath until I pass between my breasts.

I trace a line down my sternum, past my belly button, only veering off path once I hit my panty line. My fingers drag down my thighs and back up, stopping once I reach my chest. I cup myself, squeezing lightly, imagining it’s him instead.

My skin is hot, tingling with need. My nipples are tight, poking through the lace of my bralette, and painfully sensitive. I shy away from them before he stops me.

“Don’t stop,” he grunts. “Pinch your nipples. Play with them, because I would. I want to lick them. God, I want to suck on them.” His voice makes me quiver. The dirtiness of his words goes straight to my core, making me even wetter than I already was.

“Jesse, please,” I beg, needing direction, dragging my fingers across my nipples again. I wish it was his fingers, I wish his mouth was on me. The way I’m feeling right now makes me believe that it’s possible, but for now, this is amazing.

“Take it off, let me see you.” I do as he says, pulling the lacy material over my head, and boldly throwing it in his direction. He catches it with a quick snap of his arm, his eyes never leaving my exposed chest. “Fuck.”

I love how obvious it is that he likes what he sees. He makes me feel so wanted. He looks like he wants to devour me.

“Lay back, spread your legs.” He clutches my bra to his chest as I obey his instruction, clinging to the fabric as if he can feel me through it. “Touch your pussy, baby.”

I run my fingers over my panties, feeling the heat through the lace, my body jumping slightly when I brush across my clit. I keep my body angled so he has a perfect view between my legs, but I can still see him. Seeing his reaction to me is just as electrifying as the sensations from my fingers.

When I pull the fabric aside, exposing myself to him, he grabs the arms of the chair again, holding on for dear life. When I slide my finger through my folds he nearly buckles, throwing his head back for a moment and taking a deep breath.

His gaze doesn’t stray long though, whipping back to where I’m teasing my tight opening. I do it like I have all the nights that I’ve laid awake thinking about him. All the times I’ve been desperate to know what he would feel like here.

“Please,” he begs this time, so I give him exactly what we both want. I slide my middle finger inside, all the way to my last knuckle. We both groan.

Pushing in and out, my eyes watch him lazily. It feels good, but I have no urgency to chase my orgasm yet. I know I’ll get there, but I’m enjoying the ride too much.

“I want to see you, too.” I breathe out, seeing how he’s gripping his hardness through his underwear. He hardly hesitates, tugging down his briefs without breaking eye contact. His hand finds his erection immediately, loosely rubbing the long hard shaft. It’s thick and juts up past his belly button, making me clench at the thought of having it inside of me.

“Get your vibrator, baby. I’m already hanging on by a thread.” His pained expression is proof of his words even though he’s only slowly working his length. The sight of me is doing that to him.

I pick the first setting, and place the vibrating head on my clit, flinching when I feel how sensitive the swollen bead is. This is it. I want to cum so badly next to the man who has brought me this far. I want more, but I’ve waited so long that this feels like I’ve already won.

“Grab your tits, Thea. Yes, just like that. You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.” He peppers me with praise, picking up speed with his hand. I watch him fuck his fist, wishing desperately that it was me. My hand, my mouth, and my pussy. The buildup of my orgasm is climbing and I know I’m within seconds of exploding when my belly starts tightening.

“Jesse, please,” I beg, though I’m not quite sure why until I say it. “Come closer, please.”

He stands up to the foot of the bed right between where my legs are spread, still pumping his hand, watching me intensely. “I’m going to cum, Thea. Tell me you’re close, baby,” he pleads.

“On me,” I stutter out. “I want you to cum on me,” I beg.

At my words, he explodes. The hot stream of cum stripes across my pussy and inner thighs.

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