Chapter 43 #3
Like a good girl, she brought her hands up and spread her legs. Her pale, smooth skin seemed to glow in the light as her core glistened.
“Touch your thighs, stomach, breasts, but not that pussy.”
Her small hands moved over her body, caressing her inner thighs first, then her stomach, and then her breasts again, only to do it in reverse order. With each breath she took, I could see the tension building inside her body. The moans and sighs told me she was more than enjoying this.
I couldn’t peel my eyes away. Seeing her explore her body was intoxicating. Her hands moved to massage the tender, plump flesh of her breasts, and I loved seeing the skin deepen in color as she pulled at the tight buds. I was completely hooked.
She threaded her taut nipples between her fingers and pulled at them. Her back arched, and her breath caught in her throat. Her hand glided across her stomach once more; then she traced the top of her bare pussy, then around the softer outer edges of her lips.
Completely transfixed by what I was seeing, I sat there, almost quivering with want for her while my cock throbbed.
She looked at the camera and then brought her knees up wide, spreading herself and showcasing her exquisitely aroused pussy in the most beautiful way.
Her lips parted, separating like unfolding wings to reveal her erotic entrance.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I whispered, stunned by her. It was like I was seeing her for the first time all over again.
I had touched her body so many times, but seeing her here, in this way, reveling in the pureness of her own body and seeing the bliss on her face, was damn near spiritual.
The way her hands moved across her body, the little sighs and moans of pleasure, were like acts of worship.
And I had a front-row seat to heaven. A shiver ran through my body from head to toe.
I was so hard that I pressed down on my cock to relieve some of the pressure.
“Ivan, I know I’m not supposed to talk. But I need you to know it feels so dirty having you watch me,” she whimpered.
“Let’s take you to the edge, then, shall we, little love?”
“Just to the edge, but not over, right?” she asked, seeking instruction.
I took a trembling breath and said, with more control than I truly had, “Keep touching and exploring. Caress that soft skin of yours.” I let the words linger. “But…” I said, waiting a minute to see her reaction.
She looked at the camera once more, expectant and soft. Her eyes pleading with me. I took a deep breath.
“I want to see that pussy closer. Scoot down a little for me. Perfect,” I said as she readjusted herself. “Now spread those sexy thighs for me. I want to see you pull those lips open. I need to see all of that beautiful pussy.”
My whole body shook as she gave me a wicked grin and moved to comply.
With a slow move, she eased her fingers to the delicate flesh of her outer lips.
She massaged them for a minute, and I sucked in my breath.
Holy fuck. I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.
Fuck, my cock was so hard it hurt. The relief was instant.
Then she trailed her fingers inward, took her little lips between her fingertips, and pulled them outward, delicately spreading her most intimate part for my eyes only. Her pretty pink clit pulsed and was swollen with need.
“Like this?” Her voice was seductive and low.
“Perfect,” I breathed heavily, unable to look away.
She was so fucking gorgeous. Her wet juices made her satiny skin glisten in the soft light. Even the sight of her lips spread, the opening of her tight and dripping pussy, had my cock dripping.
“Little love, there’s nothing more erotic to me than your soft, wet parted lips right now.” I let the words fall out. Her face was flushed, and she looked so shy as she stared at the camera.
“The only thing that would be better is if I were playing with it myself. Touching it, tasting it, and sinking deep into it. All in that order.”
She whimpered at my words, reacting to each phrase physically. Her eyes took on a glassy look. One of her hands alternated in stroking her nipples.
“Seeing your pussy like this, you have no idea what it’s doing to me right now.”
“What does it do to you?” she asked boldly, as her other hand moved up and down her inner thigh.
I hadn’t given her permission to touch her pussy yet, and her hands shook when she got close, but she was doing a good job of listening.
“It makes me so fucking hard. It’s painful. So painful I’ve had to unbutton and unzip my pants. I’m half tempted to take my cock out and stroke it while I watch you.”
Her eyes closed, and she shuddered at my words. “Oh god. I would love to see you doing that. I want to watch too,” she said, sounding flustered, then whimpered, “I wish you were here right now.”
Fuck it. I was going to stay away for tonight, but damn, I needed her. Like a man dying of thirst in the desert needs water, I needed to be with her. I walked the distance between our rooms and realized she had stopped.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
She jumped slightly, and her hands went back to caressing her breasts. “No, Sir. You got quiet, is all. I thought I lost you.”
“I want to hear those soft sounds only you can make. Pinch those nipples hard.”
I wanted her distracted as I entered her room. It had the desired effect as she began moaning. I quietly closed the door and approached the bed. She heard me about halfway, and her eyes flew open.
She watched me with bated breath as I turned her tablet off, disconnected the call, and watched as she continued to alternate between pinching her nipples and dragging her fingernails across the hard peaks.