While I Whisper: Caught Jering

I want to tell you a story. Put your hand on your cock. Keep it there. Let's see how long you can last.

I want to tell you a story. Put your hand on your cock. Keep it there. Let's see how long you can last.

I'd just stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped low on my hips, skin still damp. I'd taken my time - shaved smooth, dragged the razor slow, careful over every inch. Then I rubbed oil over my skin, between my thighs, the scent thick and sweet, catching in the steam. My fingers slipped a little, lingered longer than they needed to. I felt good. Wanted. Wanting.

I padded barefoot into the lounge, the towel clinging to my hips, already picturing it. Me, sliding onto your lap, wrapping myself around you, hips rocking slow until you couldn't take it anymore.

There you were.

Laid out on the couch. One hand wrapped tight around your cock. Stroking. Slow at first, then tight. More urgent.

Your head tipped back against the cushion, mouth parted slightly, hips shifting in small, desperate movements.

You let out a low sound, the kind of sound that made my body ache, made my pussy clench tight and needy.

You didn't notice me at first.

I leaned against the doorway, watched the way your hand moved along your cock. Long, deliberate strokes like you were savoring every second. The muscles in your arm flexed. Your hips shifted, chasing sensation. You were beautiful like that. Desperate. Unaware. Mine.

"You didn't wait for me?" I said, voice low.

Your eyes shot open. Guilty.

"I - fuck. I didn't think you'd be that long."

"Mmm." I pushed off the doorway and stepped closer. "You were jerking off while I was in the shower? While I was oiling this pussy for you?"

I stepped closer. Let the towel drop.

Your eyes locked on me. Your cock jumped in your fist.

"Jesus, baby - "

I crossed the room slow, every step deliberate. Let you watch the sway of my hips. The way the slick light caught on my skin. I climbed onto your lap, straddling your thighs, brushing the head of your cock right up against my wet, waiting cunt.

You grabbed my tits with both hands, rough and greedy, thumbs teasing my nipples until they got hard. You sucked one into your mouth, biting down just enough to make me gasp.

"Fuck, I could spend all night on these," you growled against my skin, flicking your tongue over me again.

"You're ready for me?" I teased, rolling my hips just enough to make you gasp."You want it that badly?"

"God, yes. Now. Please.."

"Then take it."

I sank down on you, slow. One long, aching push. I felt you stretch me open and fill me, and I moaned. Your hands flew to my hips like you couldn't help it.

"Fuck," you breathed out. "You're so wet. So ready - "

"That's because I was thinking about this," I whispered, grinding down on you. "Thinking about your cock inside me while the water ran down my thighs. While I touched myself and imagined how good you'd feel."

I moved my hips, rolling, riding you deep. Fast. Our skin slapped. I tangled my fingers in your hair, pulling your mouth to my chest. You latched onto my nipple, sucking hard, groaning against my skin like you couldn't get enough.

"You love that, don't you?" I gasped, feeling the way your cock throbbed inside me. "My tits in your mouth while I fuck you like this?"

You nodded, groaning around my skin.

"Yes. Yes, fuck. I love it. I love everything."

I arched, ground harder. I could feel how close you were. I chasing that bright pleasure, feeling your whole body tense under mine.

My body moved faster now, oil-slick thighs sliding against your hips as I rode you harder. Every thrust sent a wet slap echoing through the room, your cock stroking deep inside my dripping cunt. Your hands gripped my arse, guiding me down, as I fucked you with hungry, relentless need.

"You gonna come for me, baby?" I whispered, breath warm against your cheek. "Come inside this pussy?"

"Baby, fuck. You feel so good, I can't - "

"Yes, you can. I want it. I want all of it. Come for me."

And then you were crying out, hips jerking under me as you came, deep and hot. I kept moving. Kept you inside me.

Drew every last pulse from you while you moaned into my neck.

When you finally opened your eyes, dazed and breathless, I kissed you. Slow, deep, claiming you all over again.

My thighs were soaked, your cum leaking out of me, sticky and warm, sliding down to your cock.

"Next time," I whispered, lips on your ear, "You wait for me."