Page 148 of Ten Day Affair

She nods her head yes.

My hand slides up her side, tugging her damp sports bra over her head. Her nipples are already tight and hard. I take one between my lips, sucking slowly, then hard.

Her gasp is sharp and unfiltered, her fingers curling into my hair like she needs to anchor herself.

“This is what I imagined,” I murmur against her skin, flicking my tongue over the peak before switching to the other. “Me on my knees, mouth on you, tasting you”

She whimpers, tilting her hips forward, her whole body strung tight.

I slide my hand down between us and press my fingers into the waistband of her shorts. “You're mine.”

I jerk her slightly, tugging her shorts over her ass. She lifts just enough to let them fall to the floor. No panties.

Fuck me.

She cups my jaw, eyes blazing. “I want to see you.”

I don’t ask what she means. I stand, tug off my shirt with one hand, then shove my shorts down. My cock is already hard, flushed, and leaking.

Her eyes drop. A soft moan slips past her lips. “Did you jerk off thinking about me?”

I grip my cock, slow and deliberate, letting her watch. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

"Show me."

I stroke once, then again, slow enough she can see the way it affects me. The way my muscles tense. The way my jaw clenches.

"What was I doing when you were thinking about me? How did you see me?"

“I thought about bending you over that deck railing,” I say, voice low and rough.

"Oh, yeah? You want to fuck me over the railing?"

“God, yes. Your legs are shaking, and your nails are digging into the wood. You're begging me not to stop even when you couldn’t take another inch.”

She pulls me closer, her breath hitting my chest. Her fingers trail down my stomach and stop just short of touching.

“Keep going.”

I squeeze harder, precum gliding down my shaft. I stroke again, watching her eyes darken as she bites her bottom lip.

She doesn’t move. Just watches. Her eyes are fixed,breath shallow, like this is some kind of confession she’s craved for weeks.

“You’re not touching me?” I rasp.

Her voice is tight. “Not yet.”

I keep going. My palm glides over the head, and I groan. “This is what I did. Right here. I pictured your mouth wrapped around me. You’re on your knees, begging for it. Eyes all wide and wet.”

Her thighs press together. She doesn’t even realize it.

“You’d take every drop. You wanted more.”

She gasps, hips twitching forward.

I release a ragged breath and slide my hand between her legs. She’s soaked, dripping down her thighs. The heat of her against my fingers makes my cock throb.

“Jesus, Sam,” I groan.