Page 46 of Inez

She gasps when I make the raw, animal sound of need.

My eyes fly open and I drop to bed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," I say.

"You didn't," she answers, "I liked that sound. I liked knowing I made you make it."

I search her face and see only the truth written there.

My worry that I'd frightened her with my feral, aggressive growl pulled me back from the edge—which means I get to let her bring me back there all over again.

"Did you imagine this, Ren?" she asks, watching me as she rhythmically strokes my length. "Me touching you like this?"

“Yes," I answer.

"Did you touch yourself while you imagined me doing it?"

I nod. "All the time."

"Tell me what you pictured me doing, Ren."

"Exactly this."

"What else?"

"Everything, Sophia."

"You can tell me. I want to hear everything and anything you fantasized about me doing to you." She pauses to caress my balls again, spends a few moments there, watching me as I react to her touch. "I want to know. I may not be able to do all of them yet, but I want to know."

"Your mouth," I murmur, trusting her to know what she's asking. "I imagined you taking me in your mouth and stroking me with your hands. I imagined you beneath me in the bed jerking me off until I come all over your big, perfect tits."

She gasps. "Ren!" It's a gasp of shock but not disgust.

"Just a…just a fantasy, Sophia," I mutter, and then groan low in my throat as she slides her fist up to my tip, twists there, and then plunges down to my root, pumping and pumping and pumping there faster and faster. "I would—oh fuck, oh fuck, Soph! I'd—fuck! I'd never ask you to—ohhhh fuck."

"Why not?"

"It's just a fantasy. I would never want you to feel…" I pause, swallowing hard and gasping to catch my breath as she abruptly stops pumping and resumes slow caresses from root to tip.

"To feel what?"

“Disrespected or…or degraded. Used.”

"If I chose to make you come on my chest, you would not be disrespecting me." She turns her face to mine, kissing me as she leisurely strokes my cock. "You think my breasts are…perfect?" There's a note of delicate, hesitant, hope in her voice.

I roll into her, gently easing her to her back while being careful to not move above her, but rather angle toward her. I see a hint of fear flash over her expression; she closes her eyes, momentarily squeezing me as she works through the moment.

"Breathe, my love. Breathe."

She inhales sharply, a deep gasp as if surfacing after a free dive. "Okay," she pants. "I'm okay. I'm okay."

I rest my hand on her belly, hold her eyes as I slide my touch upward. "Stop me at any time."

She shakes her head. "No. I won't. It's you."

"That's right," I whisper. “It’s me. I'm touching you. You're touching me. We're sharing this,amor. It's beautiful, isn't it?"

She nods, eyes hazy with emotion. “Yes. Beautiful."

"Just like in the bathroom," I tell her. "I'm gonna touch you—touch your breasts."