Page 21 of Taking Chances

Talk about a nice sight.

She dragged her tongue along her full bottom lip, a spark of hesitation in her eyes before passion washed it away. She set one hand on my arm, gripping tightly, then brought her other down to the waist of my pants. A flick of her fingers had the button undone, then she tugged at the fabric like a kid trying to get into a toy.

The action made me laugh, and that only made her flush harder. Even though embarrassed, she didn’t stop her actions.

Funny that it was adorable yet sexy at the same time. I’d never thought anything could be both. I’d usually gone for sexy women, for flashy ones, but somehow seeing Kenz struggle to get my cock free was better than any of them.

I took the hand not fucking her and helped her with my pants, lifting my ass slightly to lower my slacks and boxers enough to free my cock. The air only cooled it for a moment before she wrapped her small hand around my shaft.

It made me groan, the way she gripped me. It wasn’t a talented or skillful touch, but as it turned out, that didn’t matter in the least. What got me was that look in her eyes, the passion and need in her movements. It made me want to come immediately, to coat her in my seed again like a claim, to prove she was mine.

I grasped her hip again and shifted my hand so it rested against my thigh. “I want you to ride my fingers, kitten. Fuck yourself on them for me, won’t you? Stroke my cock at the same time and imagine that’s what you’re bouncing on, that you’re taking me deep into you. Picture it, kitten, because it’s only a matter of time until it happens.”

She paused, her body tense. Then again, I was putting her on the spot, demanding something that pushed her out of her comfort zone. It had me waiting, a delicious anxiety as I had to see if she would do it or if she’d let her nerves get the best of her.

However, she proved yet again how strong she was when she shifted to the side, moving her legs so one knee remained on the cushion outside and the other between my legs, straddling my thigh. I kept my fingers still, the back of my hand anchored against the top of my leg, my middle and pointer up. They glistened from her wetness, and I couldn’t deny the filthy thrill of the sight.

Kenz rose to her knees, shifting as she positioned herself above my waiting fingers, her hand still grasping my arm for balance. The sight of her lowering onto my fingers, taking them into her herself, was impossibly hot.

It was one thing to fuck her on my own, to plunge into her, but it was a whole different thing for her to fuck herself, to use me to make herself feel good. She sank down, her cunt squeezing around me, a soft whine leaving her.

Andfuckdid it test my resolve. Staying still was damn hard when she looked like that, especially when she grasped my cock again. Her little hand stroked me slowly, her grip not tight enough, as though afraid of hurting me.

It was damned cute.

“Tighter,” I groaned out, wanting more.

Kenz nodded and dropped her gaze. I let her do it because she stared down at my cock, and as it turned out, I rather liked that, too. She lifted her hips then sank back down, her rhythm rough as she found a speed and angle she liked. She matched it to the way she stroked my cock, tightening her grip.

I watched, enthralled by her movements, by the sight of how pretty she looked there in my lap. She evened out her motions, riding my fingers like a pro in no time. She not only rose and fell, but rolled her hips, seeking the places inside her that felt the best. I could tell each time she found one, too, because she shuddered.

She was wonderfully sensitive and so honest that she didn’t hide a thing from me.

A tightness in my balls said I wouldn’t last much longer. The little panting breaths she let out, the tightness of her pussy, the stroking of her hand on my cock were all more than I could hope to resist.

I thought back to when I’d met her, to when I’d seen her at her job then later at the house. I sure as fuck hadn’t thought about her like this, wouldn’t have expected to ever be here, to want her this bad or feel so lost to her.

This felt so different. All the sex before, I’d had to hold myself back, had to play my part. I’d never let myself just feel, just experience it because I’d had to keep a part of my brain focused on keeping that mask in place.

That realization, the ability to just let go and be myself, to not care what came out of my mouth, what I did, not think about whether it fit with who I showed the other person, it created a depth to this that I’d had no idea could exist between two people.

Her cunt twitched, clenching in quick waves as she rode me faster, her hand matching the pace. She was close, but fuck, so was I.

“Come for me, kitten,” I said.

Even though I wanted to keep looking at her face, she seemed to have reached her limit. She leaned forward, resting her forehead on my shoulder, a thin whimper leaving her as she strove for her release. She came hard, even her thighs clenching around my leg as though every part of her went rigid.

The rhythmic tightening of her pussy made me fantasize about pulling her over again and sinking deep into her, even as she rode out her orgasm, enjoying the way she’d struggle against the overwhelming feeling. That got me the short rest of the way to my own release and I came, my head dropping back against the cushions of the couch as I struggled to slow my rapid breathing.

Meanwhile, Kenz leaned against me, her body lax and trusting, her cunt still tightening around my fingers, each time causing a shiver to run through her worn-out body.

I pulled my fingers from her, even when she whined at the feeling. Kenz lifted her head again, a drowsy, drugged expression on her sweet features.

My heart clenched, a feeling I couldn’t identify or fully understand growing inside me as I looked back at her. It didn’t feel like just love, which to me had always been one-sided. That had always been about me doing what I had to, about giving and giving and never asking for anything.

Instead, this thing with Kenz felt reciprocal. It felt like a back and forth, a give and take, and a fear I’d never experienced before came over me.

I didn’t know if I could survive losing this.

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