She likes to see what comes over me. How it hits me. I can do anything. “I can do whatever I want to you,” I say. She nods.
This isn’t my thought. It’s hers. She tells me all the time. She whispers it when I grab her hips, “You can do whatever you want to me, you know.” She says it when she grabs my thighs and lowers herself between my knees to the floor, her fingers moving to my belt. “What do you want me to do?” she asks, “I’ll do whatever you want.”
I’m silent. Mostly silent. I stare at her. My mouth hangs open. I caress her face, running my fingers along her jaw. I pull her towards me.
I loop the rope around her wrists. I want her arms above her head. I want her on her back with her knees bent. I want her to watch me. I straddle her chest and unbutton my pants. My belt hangs open next to her cheek. She watches my hand. I start to sweat. My cunt tightens and relaxes. I’m thinking about her. I’m thinking how wet she’s getting. Thinking about what her pussy will feel like when I reach back between her legs and rub her panties. I feel my fingers on my own swollen clit. One hand reaches behind me between her legs. I ride her, leaned back against her thighs, and get myself off, listening to her whimper and moan underneath me.
I like her in my hands. Under my fingers. When I jack off on top of her, I like to feel her tits smashed underneath my chest. I like to feel her belly, soft and slick with sweat. I reach my arm up to her hands. My fingers scratch at the rope around her wrists. “Stay put,” I whisper, “I like it when you stay put.” I pull my pants down lower and lift her skirt. I push my thighs between hers and smile at how slippery we are. Wet with sweat. I slide inside her open hips and let her feel the back of my hand between her legs. “Baby,” I whisper. I can’t come again. I know it’s useless. But I ride her hard. Trying. Desperate.
When I give up, eventually, I sit up and stare at her. One hand feeling around the edges of her panties. One hand crawling over her chin. I push my fingers inside her. Fingers everywhere I can fit them. Fingers in her mouth. Fingers under the elastic that circles her hip. I’m inside her pussy. Wet. Dragging the wetness between her lips. Finding her clit. Feeling it swell. Watching her belly quiver as she sucks in her breath. Pulling spit covered fingers out of her mouth and across her neck.
My lips touch her knee. My teeth pull against her skin. I can do anything and I choose this, my fingers, everywhere.