Page 85 of More Than Words

“Unzip your pants and pull yourself out, but don’t touch. I want to watch what this does to you.” Her voice was clear and strong as she repeated Fanny’s words, and I hurried to obey, unbuckling my belt quickly before I yanked down my zipper, shifting my pants and boxer briefs down enough to free my aching cock.

Isobel shifted to her knees, untying the bow on her dress and pulling it open, revealing the sexiest lace bra and panty set I’d ever seen. The cups barely covered her nipples, and I itched to pull them down.

She rolled her shoulders before she reached down for the vibrator, and a gentle hum filled the room after she turned it on.

My fingers clenched the edge of the chair as I watched her bring the tip to her neck, slowly drawing it down her chest, in between her lace covered breasts, past her navel and stopping as it met the lace covering her pussy.

She watched my reactions as she slid it along the seam of her panties, my cock throbbing visibly as I imagined the vibrations making her wet. My eyes were transfixed by her movements as she rocked her hips into the toy, letting it rumble and hum between her legs.

I wanted to take over, to tell her to pull off her panties and sink down onto it so I could watch her make herself come, but I clenched my jaw, sealing the words in because watching her control her own pleasure was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

Little moans escaped her mouth as Isobel played with herself, her free hand clenching her breast while she gave me a show. Her eyes closed, and she gasped as I watched, but I could tell she was getting frustrated.

I tracked every movement greedily, my cock twitching as she gave into her instincts and blindly sought pleasure. It was excruciating to hold back, but a feral groan escaped my throat when she paused and stood, frantically pushing her panties to the floor before she climbed back onto the couch, kneeling on the cushion.

She grabbed the bottle of lube from where she’d placed it on the coffee table and dripped a generous amount onto the tip of her girthy friend. Her eyes locked with mine as she brought the vibrator between her legs, slowly sinking onto it while my fingers dug into the arms of the chair.

“Fuck,” she gasped as her body enveloped the toy. Her thighs shook as she let herself adjust to the size before she rose to her knees, repeating the motion over and over while I watched.

My jaw ached as I ground my teeth together, desperately trying to keep myself under control, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. She looked so fucking sexy as she rode that big black vibrator until she was gasping. Her head fell back as she fought for breath, her body arching while her climax took over.

Her eyes were closed as she gingerly rose off the toy, collapsing back into the cushion behind her with it clutched in her hand.

Unable to hold off any longer, I stood, crossing the room in a few strides and sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of her. Her drowsy eyes met mine as my hand settled on her knee, trembling with the pent-up need to touch her. My fingers grasped the humming toy, clenching it in my fist.

“Can you handle more?”

She nodded with wide eyes, leaning back while I pulled her dress apart further, revealing her visibly wet pussy. Pretty and pink, and all fucking mine.

“Fuck, you are drenched,” I murmured, scooting forward, parting her legs and drawing my fingers through the wetness.

“Fuck,” she cursed, her chest heaving—hand grasping my wrist and guiding the toy toward her. As the gentle vibrations touched her skin, her mouth dropped open, hooded eyes watching me as I dragged it slowly upward to press against her clit.

“You’re going to make me come again,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering.

“I think you want me to,” I chuckled, nodding down for her to watch what I was doing. My eyes were riveted as I watched the toy slowly press inside, her body greedily pulling it in, her hips wiggling against the intrusion. “Does that feel good? Me pushing this gigantic cock inside you? Does Thor make you feel good?”

“Yes,” she gasped, her free hand tracing the neckline of her dress, her palm cupping her breast over the silky material.

“Do you want me to play with your tits while he fucks you?”

“Oh, fuck. Yes, oh my God,” she groaned, and I perched myself on the edge of the table to get closer.

“Such pretty pink nipples.” My fingers grasped the flimsy lace of her bra, slowly drawing it down until one breast was revealed, and then the other. Her nipples were firm, tight little buds, just begging for my mouth.

“You love it when I tug on them with my teeth, don’t you, babe?” I murmured, doing just that, and growling when she moaned loudly.

“Don’t close your eyes. Watch me while we play with you.” She blinked drowsily, listening to my demand.

My cock pulsed angrily between my legs, eager to be buried inside her. It drove me insane that I could all hear how excited she was with each thrust of her big, black, battery-operated boyfriend.

Isobel’s eyes tracked my every movement while I played with her, my lips and tongue tracing every millimeter of her tits. This angle was perfect because I could watch her reaction to everything I did to her, knowing she was drowning in pleasure at the attention.

This was what I loved about being with her, how fucking arousing it was to watch her drunk on pleasure and greedily taking more.

“Be a good girl and tell me how much you want it, Isobel,” I whispered, slowing the pace of my hand. “How much do you want us to make you come?”

“Fuck, so much.”

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