Page 37 of See You Next Winter
“Hey, do you remember the time I pulled a chair to the foot of your bed and told you exactly what I wanted to see?”
“Yes,” she moans. “I think about that night a lot.”
I’ve thought about it a lot, too. How hot she looked spread out before me, how good she was at following my orders. The power trip of being in control of her pleasure was like nothing else. I boost myself up against the headboard and shove my shorts all the way down.
“I want to see all of you, and I want you to have both hands free. Do you think you could set your phone up somehow so I can watch you play with yourself?”
She’s out of her bed in a heartbeat, tossing clothes from the chair in the corner and pulling it to the edge of the bed. She takes a few moments to set me up at a good angle, but I get a magnificent view down the front of her loose shirt while I wait. The glimpse of her tits makes me ease up on my dick in case I come too soon.
“Is that good?” she asks, kneeling on the bed until she’s all in frame.
“So good. You’re so pretty.”
“I'm a mess.” She rolls her eyes, and I know she doesn’t feel it after last night, but she is always gorgeous to me. Reaching up, she fixes her hair where it’s falling loose, and her top rides up, revealing a strip of bare stomach I want to sink my teeth into.
“What now?”
“How’s the temperature there? Do you want to take your clothes off?”
“It’s pretty hot,” she laughs, peeling her top up over her head, leaving her in plain black underwear and no bra. “Can’t reveal everything right away though, gotta make you work for it.”
“Happy to,” I tell her. “Now sit back against the headboard with your hands on your stomach. I want you to imagine I’m sitting right behind you and those hands are my hands.”
We’ve done this a few times in person. Me holding her in my arms, ankles hooked over her legs, her body all mine to play with. I'd spend ages kissing her neck, making her squirm while I stroked everywhere except where she wanted me most.
“Close your eyes and stroke your fingers up and down. Nice and soft and slow. Can you picture it? You and me, just like always.”
“Yeah, I wish you were here.” She presses her knees together, and I get a sick thrill knowing I’ll get to see her part them for me soon. There’s something about that moment of her opening up for me that gets me every time. I spit in my palm and spread it around the swollen head of my cock.
“Can you tease those pretty nipples for me? The way I do.”
She opens her eyes, licks her fingertips, then watches herself run slow circles around them.
“Did he get to put them in his mouth?” I ask, and when she nods, my cock jerks at the thought of watching this guy do all the things I like to do. I can’t tell if it’s jealousy or fantasy, but right now it’s all I want.
“Pinch them. Hard.” She rolls them between her fingers, tugging hard enough to make her wince a little.
“What now?” she sighs.
“Now you put your left hand around your throat and your right hand between your legs.”
She squeezes her jaw before finding a comfy spot around her neck. Her breath quickens, then I watch her other fingers slip into her underwear.
“Uh-uh,” I scold. “No touching yet. Only on the outside until you make a mess of them. If I see you naked right now, it’s over for me.”
“Oh God, Ryan,” she half-laughs, half-moans, her back arching. I might be making her wait, but she wastes no time gripping herself roughly, hips squirming as she grinds against her palm. My hand matches her rhythm, and I spit on it again, eyes never leaving the screen in my hand.
Kayla twists the fabric around her fingers, tugging her underwear tight and high, so I can see how wet she is, the glossy outline of her pussy showing through the thin fabric.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” I tell her, stroking harder. “Take them off. Show me your cunt.”
She lifts her hips and tosses them aside, planting her feet wide and trailing her fingers through her soaked flesh. I watch for a while, entranced, utterly captivated by this perfect, beautiful, filthy woman.
Every part of my body knows I should be there. When she squirms and aches and begs for me to touch her, I should be able to reach out and give her what she wants.
“I wish that was the head of my cock stroking you. Teasing you. Giving you just the tip.”
“I hate when you tease me,” she groans.
