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He then points to one of the gray couches. “Why don’t you sit there? Or lie there, whatever you prefer.” He walks over to an armchair and pulls it three feet away from where he’s directing me. “I’ll stay here because otherwise I don’t trust myself to follow the rules.”
I head to the sofa and set up the pillows so I’m lying down but my upper body is a little elevated. “Like this?”
He whips off his boxers. “Holy shit, you look like a painting lying there.” He sits down on the armchair, but his eyes are locked on me. “What I wouldn’t do to feel how wet you are. Taste you.”
In the meantime, now that his boxers are off, I can’t help but study his cock. It’s thick, with a vein running through it thatIwant to touch—another night.
It’s the final straw to break my resistance. “I’m going to touch myself now, okay?” My voice comes out as a whisper.
I can’t believe how bold I’m being with him, but I never would’ve guessed so much about how things have evolved with Johnson.
While I’d added this item to the list because I’d fantasized about turning on an observer who can only look on, the reality is better than the fantasy. Because it’s Johnson watching me, Johnson who is looking over every inch of my body.
“Spread your legs for me more, if you’re ready. I want to see everything those greedy fingers do.”
And now I’m so wet I can’t hold back even if he wanted me to. I part my legs wider, so my right leg is dangling off the side, and he can seeeverything.
I reach down with my left hand and slide two fingers through my wetness before using my thumb against my clit, teasing and stroking like I like.
A moan escapes me, and I hear his breath hitch. Turning my head slightly his way without stopping my movements, I see his eyes are focused on where I’m touching myself, while he’s also now starting to stroke himself.
“Fuck. To think I might have never seen you this way, that gorgeous pussy,” he whispers as his hand begins moving with greater purpose on his cock.
The thought of him in such a state because of what I’m doing only ramps up my own arousal. My thumb is not only making my clit feel on fire, but it’s also making his need escalate.
I’m getting aroused by turning him on.Officiallychecking this box on my list.
After another few beats, he shifts his gaze back to my face. “You enjoying yourself, Goldie? Because it’s quite a view watchingyou take what you need for yourself.” His hand is relentless on his cock.
“Feels so good,” are the only words that I can form. He pants heavily as he eyes me up and down.
I can feel my own climax getting closer with each word out of his mouth, but looking at his own hand wrapped around his cock, I wish I could feel fuller. I shift my right hand so that I can put two fingers inside me. The feeling is better, and my eyes shut as I take in the feelings I am giving myself.
“I wish that was me,” he says with a gasp.
The visual of him doing this instead of me is enough to put me over the edge. Pleasure ripples through me as I cry out, writhing on the couch. My hands don’t stop moving until I’m far enough along that the feeling is too intense.
Through the blur of sensations, I hear his voice. “Oh shit, now me too.”
I open my eyes slowly and see him leaking from his tip, clearly on the brink. He grabs the t-shirt he was wearing and with a grunting sound comes on it.
He leans back and closes his eyes while he finishes. Coming down from my own high, I take him in.
I feel more powerful than I ever have with a guy, and we didn’t even touch each other.
“Look at the mess I’m making because of how much I want you,” he says.
Eventually, his breathing starts to regulate, and he uses the t-shirt to wipe himself fully off.
His eyes look up afterwards and meet mine. “What you imagined when making your list?”
I’m still lying on the couch, in a happy haze. I probably would have covered up quickly in previous encounters. But I don’t feel the urge now.
“It was perfect,” I assure him.
He kneels down by my head, still full naked himself, andplants a kiss on my lips. “Thank god. Because it was so fucking great for me.”
As he pulls his head away from mine, his right index finger appears from his side. He sets it in the center of my upper sternum and draws a slow line down the center of me, between my breasts, until he meets my belly button. He stops himself there, and then lifts his right hand again, resting it on my left hip nudged against the couch.
