Page 93 of The Replay

"Turn around," she commands.

It's difficult to do without my hands, and I roll without any grace. I don't know what to expect.

The warm wetness of her tongue touches my lips and I push my tongue to hers. She kisses me and gets on top of me, legs braced around my hips. She leaves my mouth before I'm ready and I groan my complaint. It's left ignored as she goes down my body. Bites on the skin of my stomach.

"I hated those crop top videos on social media, by the way," she says.

"I don't think you did."

"I did. How dare you show off like that?" She pushes one of my legs to the side and sits on a single thigh.

"Other people like my body too, you know."

She takes my cock in her hands again and plays with it. I make a guttural noise I'm not proud of.

"You were never the jealous kind," I pant.

"I wasn't jealous." Her thumb makes passes on the head. "But if I was, it's probably because I thought I couldn't have you."

"You can have me now."

She starts riding my thigh. "I could ride you like this and edge you and never let you come, while I come multiple times."

"You can also sit on my face."

"It's not up to you."

"A tus órdenes, Princesa."

"And I plan to make the most out of it."

She does. She rides me, touches me, edges me until I'm sure I can see stars behind my closed lids. We both make mindless, inelegant noises now, filling her room with the sounds of our sexy play.

I groan. "I want to see you."

"Too bad."

"I wanted to see you riding me and wearing those nipple rings."

"You did say that." She whimpers.

"Good God. I need to see you."

She rides me harder. She likes the want in my voice, and I do nothing to hide it.

"Did your lipstick really stay through sucking me off, or am I imagining it?"

I think it stayed on, from my hazy post-orgasm memory.

"You will never know," she says.

"Let me see."

She doesn't respond.

"Come on, Mariana. I went too long depending on my memories. Let me make more."

"Maybe you already have enough memories." She moves faster.