Page 67 of In Good Company

“Show me how you did it, Lucy baby.”

Her entire body shakes at my words. “Cal.” My name comes out like a plea from her lips. I’m loving this view of her with her messy hair falling down her shoulders and her cheeks the color of pink I love so much.

“Do as you’re told,” I command, keeping my voice soft. “Show me how you touched yourself. I bet you pretended it was me touching you, didn’t you?”

Her eyelids flutter shut as a loud moan passes from her lips. She rocks her hips back and forth against the mattress, and all I can think about is how much I can’t wait to have her do just that with my cock buried inside her.

“I’m waiting.” This time, my words are rougher because of my desperate need to watch her slip her fingers between her thighs and touch herself. I want to study her as she shows me how she likes it. I think I have a good idea based on the two times I’ve had the pleasure of touching her, but I still want her to show me.

She parts her thighs slowly, her breathing speeding up as she glides her fingers along her skin from where they rested at her sides to now along the tops of her thighs.

“Play with your nipples first,” I instruct, eagerly waiting to see how she plays with herself.

Will she gently tease the peaked buds, or will she pinch them because she likes it more rough?

Lucy does as she’s told and slowly runs both hands up her sides before tracing the underside of her breasts. I stand there and study every one of her movements, my hand still moving up and down my cock.

My entire body aches with the need for her touch, for me to be inside her, but I don’t rush it. Right now, I’m relishing in the view of Lucy playing with her tits just for me.

She rolls her nipples between her fingers before pinching them.

I smile, my heart slamming against my chest as one of her hands leaves her tit and drifts down. She’s got to be worked up because she takes no time before she’s touching herself. Her fingers circle her clit for a moment before venturingfurther down. I almost come undone just at the way she moans when she slides not one but two fingers inside herself.

“Fuck, baby,” I manage to get out, my hand pumping even faster around my cock. “I can’t fucking wait to be inside you.”

Her head falls back at my words, but her eyes stay trained on me. “Then come do it.”

Her words make me laugh. I fucking love the side of her that talks back. She doesn’t do it all the time, but when she does, I feel on top of the world to be the one to bring it out of her.

“And I thought I was the impatient one.” I take a step closer to her, my knees almost bumping against the edge of the mattress. “You’re the one who scolded me just last week about it.”

She laughs, her fingers stilling inside her for a moment. “You can’t rush focaccia, Cal. It takes time.”

“Me savoring every fucking moment of making you mine takes time.”

Her mouth snaps shut, and her eyes go wide at my words.

Using my free hand, I grab one of her ankles and pull her to the very edge of the bed. She yelps, her fingers sliding out of her from the sudden movement, and she reaches to grab me.

“Wait,” I say, pulling my hips back for a moment. I want her to touch me—desperately—but I need to be inside her more. Now that she’s so close, with no barrier between us, I want to feel her sweet cunt wrapped around me.

I stop stroking myself and grab her wrist, my fingers wrapping softly around her as I guide her fingers to my mouth. They’re wet with her arousal, and even though I can still taste her on my tongue from earlier, I’m ready for another taste, even if it is just a tease.

“Let me get one more little taste before I make you mine,” I tell her before taking her fingers into my mouth.

THIRTY-SEVEN

LUCY

Cal’s tongue presses against my fingers as he takes them into his warm mouth. He sucks hard, lapping my fingers clean of my arousal. The gesture makes me moan and the space between my legs throb.

He’s busy twirling his tongue along my fingers, giving me the chance to reach between us and finally touch him.

I pull my hand from his mouth seconds before air hisses through his teeth as my fingers wrap around his length. He’s so thick I can’t even get my fingertips to touch.

“Fuck.” He lets out a whimper when I begin to pump up and down.

The sound drives me wild, making me want to squeeze a little harder as I move up and down his length. I want to get more sounds just like that out of him.

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