Page 19 of With a Cherry On Top

The noise of her pleasure is addicting. Her voice is much softer than when she speaks, but I can hear it perfectly over the wet buzzing.

“I’m thinking about you, Cole,” she says, her eyes finding the camera again. They’re half-lidded now, the green nearly swallowed by the black of her pupils. “About your tongue exploring every inch of my cunt.”

“Yes,” I grit out. I stroke myself increasingly faster, my breaths coming out in frantic, hot puffs. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to lick it clean. To watch her squirm, to fuck her hard and raw while I hold that blue vibrator on her clit until she squirts all over my lap.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I sputter, letting go of my cock when tension starts forming at the base of my spine.

“Not yet, baby,” she says back. Her legs clench around the toy, and with a deeper, louder whine, she turns around on all fours, ass in the air and facing the camera.

She finds her clit again and her back arches, her legs shaking. I watch, unable to look away, as moisture runs down her thighs, making her skin slick.

I’m not going to last another second, but I also can’t wait any longer, so I continue fucking my hand, picturing it’s her hot pussy instead. Warm, tight, spasming around me and sucking an orgasm straight out of my balls.

“I knew I’d love your moans,” she says.

I hadn’t even realized Iwasmoaning, but I can’t help it as she rolls her hips, chasing her orgasm.

I think she’s close because her legs tremble hard, and so does the one arm holding her up. Though the view is spectacular, I want to watch this orgasm play out on her face.

“Turn around,” I bark, devoid of any self-control. My first instinct is to apologize, but she flips on her back, watching the camera with a predatory glint in her eyes.

She likes it.

And I definitely can’t regret it now that I’m looking at her messy hair, the red hue over her cheeks.

Her chest rises and drops sharply, and when she moans, her lips twist, like she’s stuck between agony and ecstasy.

I get it, because I’m right there with her.

“Cole...Cole—oh my god.” She throws her head back, then forces herself to lock eyes with the camera again. “Say my name. Moan it.”

“Cherry,” I groan. “Cherry, Cherry, Ch?—”

She gasps, then her whole body is shaking. She’s mumbling unintelligible words, whimpers cascading out of her lips like the sweetest symphony.

Before I know it, an orgasm is rushing up my spine and spilling into my hand, again and again, until I’ve made a mess of my pants and stomach.

“Ah,fuck...” I grunt, stroking myself and getting every drop out. She’s riding the wave of her orgasm too, her body rising and falling against the mattress as she struggles to keep her head up.

When my hand abandons my cock, my whole body is tingling. I think this orgasm just extended my lifespan. It was the most intense pleasure I’ve felt in...shit, maybe ever.

She turns the vibrator off then drops against the mattress with an exuberant laugh, knees bending to one side. “Holy shit, Cole. I knew I liked you, but this? This wasgood. Really, really good.” She grins up at me, then licks her lips. “You soundsopretty when you come.”

Pride swells in my chest, but it lasts only a moment. Then, it all comes rushing back. The stress, the anxiety, the terror. Sadie, and Josie, the teacher at school, tonight’s phone call.

It’s all so heavy, it feels like the walls are closing in around me.

“Cole? Are you still there?”

“I—yes. Sorry, I . . .”

“You have to go?” she suggests, throwing an amused glance at the camera. “You don’t need to apologize, baby. That’s how it works—you can hang up now.”

“No, I know.” I watch her grab a folded cloth from beside her and use it to wipe up her thighs and pussy. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to hang up, but I think I’m supposed to.

Now clean, she fits back into her dress. Then, probably weirded out by my silence, she asks, “Are you okay?”

Am I okay?