Page 86 of On My Side
“You’re so big,” she says, voice full of wonder, and I feel my ego grow three sizes. She uses a single finger to trace over the head, smearing the pre-cum that’s collected there, and gently pulling down the foreskin. I fist the sheets in my hand and try not to pass out when she makes eye contact with me, bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking it between her lips.
This is it. This is how I die—naked in Audrey’s bed, while she touches me and tastes my pre-cum.
I’m a lucky bastard.
On her knees beside me on the mattress, she wraps her hand around my cock, her eyes intent on her movements.
“How do you like it?” she asks softly.
“Wetter,” I tell her honestly.
“Then spit on it.”
My cock twitches in her hand and she grins. “You like when I tell you what to do?”
“Apparently,” I wheeze.
“I think I like telling you want to do. But I also like it when you tell me what to do.”
“Great. I’m gonna spit on my cock,” I stammer helplessly. I’m strung so fucking tight I feel like I’m going to snap any minute.
I push myself onto my elbows and do what she told me, watching as the string of my saliva drips onto my shaft.
“Such a good boy,” she praises, and my cock throbs yetagain. Her strokes are firm and methodical, periodically tracing her thumb over the head.
“Twist… twist your hand when you get to the head,” I tell her. She obliges and I curse, my head falling back against the pillows. “God, sweetheart. You feel so good.”
Her breath is heavy, eyes intent on her movements, and thighs rubbing restlessly together.
“Can I touch you?” I’m not ashamed that it sounds like I’m pleading.
I open my eyes, surprised when she’s already staring at me. “Please,” she whispers, and it does something to my heart that she’s as needy and desperate for me as I am for her. It feels good not to be alone in this.
“Do you want me to use your toy?” I ask.
She shakes her head, slowing her movements. Thank god. I wouldn’t be able to continue a coherent conversation if she kept doing that. “Too sensitive,” she responds.
I slip my hand beneath her skirt and nudge her thighs apart as she begins to pump me again. We both moan when I find her cunt, still swollen and wet. When I press my fingers into her, they slide in with barely any resistance. I curl them to massage her G-spot, and her hand tightens around me. She twists her body, leaning down to kiss me. She cries out when I gently flick my thumb over her clit.
“Keep doing that,” she gasps against my mouth. “Please.”
For a few minutes, the only sounds are our labored breaths, heavy and wanting. Until she speaks again.
“I want you in my mouth.”
I sputter, face turning red. “I… you don’t have to.”
“I didn’t say Ihaveto. I said Iwantto,” she clarifies matter-of-factly.
I whimper, pathetic and so far gone. “That’s fine, but only if you want…fuck.”
I don’t get to finish my sentence, because at the speed of light, Audrey shifts so she’s leaning over me, and taking me into her perfect mouth. I put my hand into her hair, gently fisting at the root. She moans around me and the vibration makes my legs tremble.
“Christ, sweetheart,” I gasp. Her eyes meet mine, wide and sparkling. “You love this, don’t you?” She nods eagerly in response, eyes watery as she takes me deeper. “God, you’re so beautiful like this. My cock in your mouth and my fingers in your pretty, pink pussy.”
Her eyes flutter closed with a moan. I curl fingers in her cunt, and she pulses around me. She hums again, and both our movements become more frantic as our pleasure heightens.
I pull her hair close to the scalp, trying to guide her off me. “Audrey,” I choke out. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna come.”
