Page 8 of Emerald

With a muttered curse, I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and started to stroke. Slowly at first, the pain making me gnash my teeth in frustration. But soon enough I was fisting my cock, my hand flying over my flesh as I chased the release that hovered just out of reach. I closed my eyes, letting my head fall back against the tile as I lost myself in the familiar rhythm. I imagined that it wasn't my palm wrapped around my dick, but Cara's—her fingers exploring me with tentative curiosity, her emerald eyes wide as I fisted my hand around her long strawberry blonde hair to hold her in place.

I would guide her hand to the base of my shaft, showing her my rhythm. She would moan, her grip tightening reflexively. I would thrust into her fist, showing her how I liked it, groaning as she found a rhythm that made my balls draw up tight to my body.

"That's it," I would rasp, my hips pumping faster now. "Just like that, Cara. Fuck, your hand feels so fucking good on me. Can't wait to feel your sweetness, your perfect mouth.” I imagined her other hand coming up to cup my balls, as I groaned.

The creak of the bathroom door snapped me out of my fantasy, my eyes flying open and my hand stilling on my cock. For a second I couldn't process what I was seeing—Cara, standing in the doorway, her mouth open and her eyes fixed on my dripping, naked body like she'd never seen a man before.

Which, I reminded myself, she probably fucking hadn't.

I should have covered myself. Should have grabbed a towel, turned off the water, done something, but I couldn't move, couldn't do anything but stare at her as she stared at me, her gaze roving over my shoulders, my chest, my abs, before finally landing on the rigid length of my cock jutting out from my groin.

"Jesus," she breathed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "You're fucking huge."

A savage twist of satisfaction went through me at her words, my cock twitching under her heated gaze. I knew I was big—I'd had enough women comment on my size over the years, enough shocked gasps and winces and pleas for me to go slow. But hearing Cara say it. It made me feel like a fucking god. Like I could bend her over and claim her right there, make her scream my name as I stretched her virgin pussy around my thick, aching cock.

But instead, I did the only thing I could do. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and started stroking again, slowly, deliberately, my eyes locked on hers as I pleasured myself.

"Finn," she whispered. “What are you—"

"Stay there," I gritted out, my hand speeding up on my cock. "Don't come any closer. I want you to watch, Cara. Want you to see what you do to me, how fucking hard you make me."

She made a soft, desperate sound, her fingers clutching the doorframe like she needed it to keep herself upright. I could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the dusky flush spreading over her chest and neck. She was getting turned on, her body responding to the sight of me even as her mind tried to process what was happening.

"You like this, don't you?" I rasped, twisting my wrist on the upstroke. "Like seeing me touch myself, knowing it's all for you. Knowing I'm imagining your hot little mouth on me, your tight cunt squeezing my cock."

"Finn, please." She shifted restlessly, her thighs pressing together like she was trying to relieve the ache building between them. "I don't... I can't..."

"Yes, you can." I thrust into my fist faster, my balls drawing up tight to my body. "Want you to look at me, Cara. Want to watch your face when I come, want to see you lick your lips like you're dying for a taste of my cum."

She shuddered all over, a high, thin whine escaping her parted lips. I was close, so fucking close, my cock pulsing in my grip as I hurtled towards the edge. I needed to see her, needed to watch her pretty face as I lost myself to the bliss only she could give me.

"Cara," I gritted out, my hand a blur on my shaft. "Fuck, sweetheart, I’m going to come. I’m going to come so hard, thinking about you. Need you to keep your eyes on me, need you to—fuck!"

My orgasm slammed into me, my vision whiting out as I erupted over my fist. I vaguely heard Cara's sharp cry as I painted my stomach and chest with thick ropes of cum. It seemed to go on forever, the pleasure cresting and breaking inside me. By the time I finally stopped shaking, my knees gone to water and my breath heavy. I felt like I'd been run over by a truck. A really fucking hot truck, with clear emerald eyes and a killer curvy body and a mouth that could tempt a saint to sin.

Speaking of which...

I opened my eyes, blinking dazedly as I tried to focus on Cara's face. She was staring at me like she'd never seen anything so filthy and fascinating in her life, her lips parted and her cheeks flushed a delicious pink.

"Enjoy the show?" I asked hoarsely, reaching out to turn off the freezing water.

She licked her lips, her gaze darting down to my softening cock. "That was... I don't even know what that was.”

"That’s what you do to me. Every fucking single time I hold my cock in my hand, I think of you.”

"I want to taste you," she blurted out, and my eyes flew open again. She was staring at my hand, at the pearly beads of cum still clinging to my fingers. "Please, Finn. Let me taste you."

Christ. I was going to die. I was going to fucking expire right there in the shower. Fuck. I closed my eyes. "Cara..."

Fuck it.

Slowly I reached out and wrapped my hand around her hair to bring her closer to me. I reached down and offered her my hand. Her breathing shallow and her eyes fixed on my fingers, she leaned in, her tongue darting out to lap delicately at my knuckles. The first touch of her mouth on my skin was electric, a bolt of pure sensation that shot straight to my balls. I hissed in a breath as she grew bolder, drawing my fingers into the wet heat of her mouth and suckling gently.

"Fuck," I breathed, my cock twitching valiantly. "Cara, sweetheart, you're killing me."

She released my fingers with a soft pop, her lips shiny from my cum. "You taste delicious," she said throatily, her eyes heavy-lidded and dark with want.

I groaned, my head thunking back against the wall. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that? My cock's going to fucking fall off from overuse."

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