Page 31 of Infatuated
She sucks in a shaky breath. “Why?”
“I want to know what you think feels good. If you’re not okay with that, then how about I lay my fingers over yours?”
“Two fingers,” she says as she takes my right hand in hers. I point two fingers, and she pushes them against her clit and starts rubbing small circles.
Shit, she’s so warm. I attach my mouth to hers, helping her get lost in the sensations. She moves her hips around and moans into my mouth. She stops moving her fingers, but I continue to rub her as she digs her fingers through my hair, pushing my face down to her breasts. I lick around one of her nipples, and when I graze my teeth over it, she shudders.
Her hips are rocking back and forth, and I time it so when I take her pebbled nipple in my mouth and bite down, I slide a finger deep into her and rub my finger along her inner walls.
Fuck me, she’s gripping my finger to death, she’s so tight. She whimpers, and I rub my thumb over her clit, making sure not to lose the momentum. She’s so turned on, I can smell her excitement. She’s getting wetter by the second, and I add a second finger. Her body no longer fights it. She’s opening up to me. She pants and tries to pull away as she clamps down around my fingers.
“Come on, baby. You’re so close.”
“P-please, Tristan. It’s t-too much.” She rocks her hips up into my hand, her body chasing the pleasure. She reaches her hand down and starts rubbing me over my shorts. She arches her back as her body begins to shake.
“Oh, God, I’m coming,” she moans. I don’t let up. Instead, I press harder and thrust faster, working her through her orgasm. When her body shakes, I slow and pull my fingers out of her then bring them to my lips to smell her scent on my fingers.
I know she’s watching me as I put my fingers into my mouth, cleaning her off. She moans, and I wish I could see her face. When she pushes the blindfold off, I’m surprised.
“Your turn?” She’s still laid out before me, not bothering to cover herself in her post-orgasmic bliss.
“Nope. Today is about you.”
Fuck. I really wish I’d thought through this better. I’m like a steel pipe at this point, listening to her get off, and her hand is still over my throbbing dick. I really want to pull my pants down and shove into her, but that’s for another day.
She yawns and gives me a lazy smile. “You can’t leave here like this. If you won’t let me touch you, c-can I watch?” she stutters.
I’ve never wanted to get out of my pants as fast as I do right now. I lick my lips and nibble at some dry skin on my lower one, thinking it over.
“You watch, I watch. That’s the only way.” My plan was to get her off by fingering her, then do it again by eating her once she was relaxed enough. I planned to not get off, which is why I jacked off this morning after thinking about her last night. I kept picturing her as she was picturing me, rubbing herself.
She reaches her hands between her legs and starts rubbing slow, lazy circles around her sensitive clit, using her other hand to hold her lips open, putting everything on display for me to feast on.
“Fuck,” I whisper as I shove my pants down around my ankles. My boxers are still around my waist, but I’m pointing in her direction. I stick my hand inside the band of my boxers and stroke it under the flimsy material.
She’s waiting so patiently for me to continue, and I do, pushing them off, exposing myself entirely to her. She scoots her face closer to me, and my cock jumps under her scrutiny. Despite being desperate to feel her lips around me, I shake my head.
“No, baby, watch only. You can touch tomorrow.” My dick jumps at the thought of her tiny hand or warm, sweet mouth on my length. I groan and lie on my side so I can watch her better.
Our eyes are glued to each other’s hands as we work in tandem to bring ourselves to the edge. She picks up her speed, and I match it, stroking myself faster, imagining it’s her fingers wrapped around me. My butt muscles clench as I rock my hips into my hand.
“Are you close?” I grit my teeth, trying to hold back.
Her hips rock against her hand as her fingers slip into her slick heat. Her face contorts in pleasure, her mouth dropping open as she pants.
“Oh, fuck.” I can’t look at her anymore. I squeeze my eyes closed. Her fingers brush over the tip, and I can’t hold back. My ab muscles and biceps flex as spurts of hot, sticky cum land on my stomach. I pop my eyes open in time to watch her own release.
“Tristan,” she whispers as her body shakes with her own orgasm.
Damn, she’s beautiful. My name on her lips is pure heaven. I want to pull her toward me and kiss her, but I don’t want to get her sticky. She removes her fingers and slides them into her mouth to taste herself. Fuck me, this girl is going to kill me in the next week.
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We get cleaned up in the pond and walk back hand in hand to the main house to grab lunch. I’m starving, but what I really want isn’t something that’s laid out on the tables. I keep peeking glances at Lana, and she’s beaming. Every time she catches me looking at her, she drops her eyes to the ground and blushes. It’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
My good mood sours when a familiar shrill voice pierces the tranquility of the day.
“Tristan, there you are. I’ve been calling you, but you’re not answering. Your mom said you were helping some guests.” She stops short when she notices our conjoined hands.