Page 62 of Can I Tell You Something?
She must be holding back so much. I wonder if she could come just from this. I think I could get her there, but she deserves more.
“We can stop there.” I stroke the backs of her thighs, dropping kisses across her shoulder blades. “You did so good for me, baby. Well done.”
She nods, lowering herself flat again, her face turned to one side. Her expression is hazy and relaxed, like she’s blissed out from a deep tissue massage. Her hips rock as she wiggles her ass up and down and I’m not sure she even realises she’s doing it.
Working quickly, I hit save on the recording, and move my equipment away from the table. From the bathroom, I grab a tube of Aloe Vera gel and squirt some into my palm.
Hannah sucks in a breath, then softens as I smear the cool gel over her, making sure I cover the tender spots where her skin is pink and blooming slightly.
“Cam?”
“What do you need, baby?”
“I need to come. Please? Please, can you make me come?”
“Keep those legs wide for me.”
So many options. So many ways I could give her what she wants.
I pull a chair up to the end of the table, take a seat, and fist the blanket she’s still lying on top of. Dragging it towards me, she shrieks as her body comes with it, sliding right up to where I’m waiting at the perfect height to feast on her. But not yet.
Swiping my fingers through her slick heat, I tease her with just the tips, little slow circles at her entrance. “Oh, Hannah, you’re such a mess, sweetheart. What’s got you so needy, baby?”
“You,” she gasps.
“We’ll have to do something about that then, won’t we?” I stand, gripping her hips and pulling them up. “Get your knees up.”
She scrambles to follow my orders, a dream bent over and spread out for me, but my patience is too thin for teasing anymore. I lick her once, twice, slowly, before diving in, lapping at her pussy, already overstimulated even though I’ve barely touched her. The sight of her fingertips gripping either side of the table is so fucking hot. I know I’ll revisit it again and again in my head.
While she grinds against my tongue, I shove my pants past my hips, boxers too, desperate to get inside her.
I sit down and lift her into my lap, holding her legs apart so she can slide straight down onto my cock. She groans at the fullness, throwing her head back and I’m reminded once more how lucky I am we agreed to stick with her birth control over condoms. There’s nothing hotter than being able to get inside her this fast.
“Ah fuck!” she yells when I bounce her up and down. “Ouch, ouch.”
“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry. Do you want to stop?”
“No. No,” she leans forward and rests her forearms on the table, giving her rosy ass cheeks a little space between us. “Just be careful. I’m a little sore.”
“Sit all the way down and lean back against me.” I pull my t-shirt up over my head and scoop her hair over the front of her shoulder, so there’s nothing between us but skin and sweat. She sinks back, letting me take her weight. Pressing my thighs together, I settle her heels on the edge of the chair so her knees are up and open. “That feel OK, baby?”
“Yes.” Her moans are feral and urging.
“Link your fingers together behind my head.”
Now I have her right where I want her, exposed and hungry. I take my time exploring her body, stroking the inside of her arms, raking my fingernails along the backs of her thighs, pinching her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. Touching her everywhere butthere.
“Cameron, move,” she pleads, attempting to rock her hips but finding little traction in this position.
“Nope,” I tease, sucking her earlobe between my teeth. “I wonder if you could come like this, just from squeezing around my cock and listening to my voice.”
“I’ve come listening to your voice with less,” she laughs.
“Yes you have, haven’t you? All those months spent listening to me, wishing you could touch me, wishing I would make you come. No wonder you’re such a desperate little slut.” She clenches hard around me, the exact effect I knew my degrading words would have on her. “Can you feel that? Me throbbing inside you. Pulsing? I can feel you. Hot and tight and dripping all over me. I love it. I fucking love it.”
She squeezes again. I can tell she’s getting close, and I know I’m not far behind her.
“Are you gonna come for me, Hannah?”
