Page 42 of Can I Tell You Something?
“You wear that to torture me?”
“Maybe,” she shrugs.
“Consider me well and truly tortured.”
“Show me your cock.”
“Hannah Richmond. You naughty fucking girl.” I push the waistband of my swim shorts down, revealing myself to her, now fully erect.
Hannah hops down from the top bench, perches opposite me, then bends forward to take a lick from root to tip, lapping at the moisture there.
“Yum,” she says, leaning back and licking her lips.
So much for being shy.
I glance towards the door, an inconvenient panel of dark glass that doesn’t afford us as much privacy as I’d like. “Show me your pussy.”
She lifts her feet up, resting them on the bench as she spreads her legs and pulls the thin scrap of material to one side. Her other hand pulls a triangle of her bikini top down, revealing a hard pink bud that’s begging for my mouth. What a fucking sight.
“Put a finger in,” I whisper, and the sauna coals sizzle when she follows my orders.
“Oh God, I’m so horny,” she moans, hips bucking up from the bench and onto her hand. I could watch her do this for hours, a private show just for me. It wouldn’t take long until she’d be begging me to touch her, but I wouldn’t give in so easily. Wouldn’t let her come either, just make her keep herself on the edge until she was a squirmy dripping mess.
“Let me taste you.”
Her eyes widen, and she sets her feet down and bends towards me. She reaches her hand out and I open my mouth to suck her fingers, but she keeps her distance, like she knows getting too close is a dangerous game to play with me.
I lunge forward, fisting the side of her bikini bottoms to pull her into my lap. Holding my dick against her, she grinds a little, making me slick with her wetness. Her head drops to my shoulder and I could punch right through a wall when she licks the sweat, bites into my skin, and groans.
“You can’t fuck me in here,” she whines, so precious and needy, rubbing herself harder against me. “As much as I want to, we’ll probably get caught. And possibly die from heat exhaustion.”
“Can you sneak into the shower upstairs with me?”
Her teeth worry at her lip while she mulls it over. “I don’t think so. What if Mum or Dad call me to help with something? It’s too risky.”
“OK, well, I can’t live with a boner this painful, so here’s what we’re going to do. I’ll be in the shower, and I’ll be thinking of you while I take care of this,” I thrust up and make her squeal. “You go to your room and take care of yourself, but promise you’ll pretend your fingers are mine.”
“Promise,” she says, moving to climb off my lap.
“Wait,” I pull her back, one hand on the back of her head, guiding her perfect mouth to mine for a kiss that won’t last nearly long enough.
Mac'n'Please
Bumping into your Ex
Of course I remember what you like. How could I forget?
I know you. I fucking know you.
Let me take care of you.
That’s it, baby. Let go for me.
I don’t give a shit who hears you come with my name on your lips.
(Panting and moaning)
Why did we ever stop doing this?
