Page 69 of Unexpected

“Get on top of your dresser, as close to the window as you can.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and after a moment's hesitation, she did. She moved closer to the window, turned her back to the dresser and effortlessly pushed herself up. Her butt landed on the smooth wood top, and she reached to move her phone closer before she turned her head back to me, waiting for further instruction.

“Turn toward me and open your legs.”

She nervously bit her bottom lip and twisted her hands in her lap.

“I need to see you,” I added, and after a deep breath that raised her shoulders high, she turned. She propped one foot on the edge of the dresser and let the other hang off the side. Besides the small triangle of dark hair, she was bare, and I could see her wetness already glistening. She scooted her hips closer to the edge of the dresser without me having to ask, and I had a decent view of her. But nothing would ever be enough until I could run my fingers through every fold, circle her clit with my tongue and plunge my fingers inside of her. Even then, I didn’t know if I’d ever get enough.

“That’s such a good girl,” I said, and her eyes fluttered shut for a second before they lazily opened again.

I chuckled darkly. “Do you like it when I call you a good girl?”

“Yes. Yes, I do,” she said with renewed confidence.

“You are such a good girl. Now, I want you to play with yourself. I want to see you come.”

I thought we were past the nerves, but I should have known better. It was one thing to be naked in front of someone else, but it was something else to bare everything by touching your most private areas with the intent of completely coming undone.

“Don’t be nervous,” I said when I noticed her grip on her thighs tighten and her breathing stopped. “You’ve touched yourself before, right?”

She nodded, and I wasn’t going to force her to confirm out loud.

“Good, so just do whatever you usually do to get yourself off. I’m going to love anything you do to yourself, Angel. I need to see you come apart, and I’m going to be right there with you.”

She didn’t move, and I stopped stroking myself, although my whole body hated the lack of friction.

“Do you want to stop?” I asked, giving her a clear out.

“No,” she said resolutely, meeting my eyes and relaxing her grip on her thighs.

“Then touch yourself.”

When she flipped her hair over her shoulder and leaned back on one hand while slowly bringing the other toward where I wanted to see it most, I replaced my hand around my cock, willing myself to hang on for at least a few minutes.

She pushed her hand lower and spread her fingers so they ran down both of her lower lips. She teased herself, touching everywhere except where I knew she probably wanted to the most.

For being so nervous only a minute ago, her hand was confident.

She reached her hand up to her mouth and sucked her two middle fingers into her mouth.

“Dear God, Angel,” I groaned, watching her wet her fingers before pressing them to her clit. She tossed back her head, letting it fall between her shoulders and a moan, so much louder than any of the ones before, clawed its way up her throat.

Her motions became more hurried as she rubbed circles over her clit before dipping a finger into her pussy. She gasped at the intrusion but pushed her middle finger all the way in as her hips pushed to meet it.

“Look at me,” I growled, needing to see her face as she finger fucked herself. She raised her head, eyes hooded with pleasure and her lips parted. I could hear her little pants through the phone but wanted more. I imagined that I could feel each little breath on my lips or my neck as I fingered her wet heat.

“Are you going to come like a good girl?” Now that I knew she liked it, I wanted her to be my good girl.

“Yes, I’m already close,” she pleaded.

“Add another finger,” I instructed, and she did with a low groan.

She rubbed her clit against the heel of her palm as she pushed the two fingers deeper. As her movements intensified, the quicker my strokes became, but I wasn’t going to come until she did.

“That’s so good. When you come, when you clench around your fingers,” I said with my jaw tight, desire clouding my vision. “I want you to imagine it’s my fingers inside of you. Show me how bad you want my fingers in you, Angel. How bad you want my cock.”

As the last words left my mouth, she cried out her blissful release. She kept her head forward so I could see the contortion of her features as her movements mostly stopped besides the short thrusts of her hips as she rode out each wave.

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