Page 8 of Protective

“No,” she says, her tone sounding aroused. “Ithink they’re soft.”

I bet all of her body is soft.Fuck.I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted to touch someone so badly before. “You’re going to be disappointed that mine are all rough and calloused.”

“That doesn’t disappoint me. I, ugh, yeah… that’s not disappointing.” Her voice is still shaky as though she’s balancing a line between excitement and anxiety. “Next question: What’s your go-to fantasy?”

“Fantasy?”

“Yeah. What do you think about when you’re,” she coughs as she speaks, “touching yourself?”

Why is my cock hard?We’re behind walls. I have no idea what this woman looks like. I can’t touch her. I can’t see her squeeze her thighs together. I can’t watch her lips move as her body shifts. Yet here I am, cock hard and aching for a woman like she’s perfection.

“If I’m honest, I don’t jerk off much anymore. Kinda wishin’ I did right now, though. What about you?”

“Wait… why don’t you jerk off?”

“I do, sometimes. It’s just really far and few between and the fantasy isn’t very creative.”

“Still, what’s it about?”

“It’s terrible. Honestly.”

“That’s okay. Mine is pretty terrible, too.”

I’m not this guy. Never have been, not sure I ever will be, but I’m here, and we’re deep in this conversation. I need to be open or I risk never talking to her again, never moving onto the cabins, never knowing her name, never protecting her, never holding her close. “Okay, well, I fantasize about random things, like brushing someone’s hair while I kiss the back of their neck and listen to her moan softly. It’s that soft moan that always sends me over the edge.”

“Ahh, so you’re an audible guy.”

“Oh yeah. The more moaning the better.” I can’t believe I’m saying this shit out loud. “What, ugh, what about you?”

I wish I could see the look on her face as she talks, but imagining her squirm as I listen to her voice is an experience of its own.

“Do you know the dominate and submissive kink? I have this dom fantasy where this guy takes me over.”

“Takes you over?” I stroke my cock gently through my jeans, trying to curb the ache.

“Yeah,” she moans as she speaks. “I want to be told to get on my knees.”

I press my hand harder against my throbbing cock like a fucking deviant. “You want to be a good girl?”

“Yeah,” she moans again. “I love being a good girl.”

Fuck!

I pull my cock from my jeans and stroke harder. “Touch yourself for me.” The words come out before I’ve fully thought them over. “Touch your little pussy for me and tell me what it feels like.”

“Already am,” she sighs, and there’s so much blood coursing to my cock, the rest of my body feels empty. “I couldn’t help myself. I was imagining you brushing my hair and kissing my neck,” she whines. “And… that would be so nice.”

I wonder if anyone has ever broken the barrier before, because I’m on the edge. “Are you soaking wet, sweetheart?”

She groans, “Really wet. Like, soaking through my panties wet. Are you hard?”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I wish I could smell her hair, taste her lips, lick her crease, ease into her from behind and watch her body shake. Damn, this is intense.

“I am. It would be really nice right now if I could put you on your knees.”

“Yeah?” she whines. “You want me to suck you dry, then stare up with your come dripping down my chin?”

I swallow hard and stroke my cock faster. “Fuck! Tell me you’re close, sweetheart.”

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