I’m going to fuck every hole she has.
She grinds against my hard dick. Dry humping. That’s what kids do, but I’m no kid. Haven’t been for a while.
That damn devil is sitting on my shoulder, yelling in my ear. Fuck what everyone thinks or says. Take her. She’s yours. And she’ll feel so good. That son of a bitch has taken up permanent residence there since I started seeing Em. I’ve ignored him for three months. But not tonight. “Show me your pussy. I want to see what I’ve waited so long to have.” I know it’s wrong even as the words leave my mouth but I can’t help myself. I’m a horny motherfucker who can’t touch the girl he loves. I need something, maybe just a taste, to get me by until I can truly have her next week.
I turn on the bedside lamp after she moves off me. Her dark hair is in a messy bun on top of her head and she’s wearing knee socks, pink cotton panties and one of my old concert T-shirts. I get even harder and pre-cum leaks from the tip of my dick when I see the dark pink circle in the crotch of her panties. “Fuck, Em. I can see how wet you are.”
Her legs fall apart and she touches the wet spot with her fingertips. Just like so many of my fantasies. “The proof of how much I want you.”
I’ve never touched her pussy. I don’t know what it feels like to run my fingers through her folds when they’re slick from need and desire. Or what it feels like to push my fingers inside her sweet little wet cunt while she rides my hand. Or what it feels like to push my finger into her tight puckered hole.
But I’m going to know. Only seven more days.
“Take off your panties.” She pushes her thumbs inside the waistband and lifts her sweet cheeks as she shimmies them down her hips and legs. She presses her knees together, reminding me she’s never been naked in front of a man until now. She looks so innocent like that.
I hold out my hand. “Give them to me.”
She hands over her underwear and I bring them to my nose. My dick dribbles again when I smell her feminine fragrance, her sweet nectar filling my lungs. “You smell fucking delicious.”
“Take off your shirt. I want to see your tits.” I’ve spent months picturing what they look like. And now I’m going to find out.
She crisscrosses her hands and pulls her shirt up and over her head, exposing her full, lush breasts. “So fucking beautiful, Emma.”
She cups them from below and pushes them up and together. Holy. Shit. She looks like a naughty schoolgirl in those fucking socks.
“You’ve never touched them.”
“And I won’t now either even though I’m dying to. Trust me. I want to pinch and suck them so fucking bad I can hardly stand it.” Maybe even titty-fuck them if she’ll let me. Her breath hitches and I wonder for a sliver of a second if I said that last part out loud. “That’s right, Emma. I’m going to touch them. Suck them. Pinch them. Bite them. You’ll wear my mark when I’m finished with you.”
Dilated pupils have made her normally blue eyes nearly black. “That’s what I want, Ben. To wear your mark. To be all yours.”