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“Come for the show?” he asked as he slowly started to untie his drawstring pants.
“Are you gonna give me a show?” I flirted back.
“Come here.” His voice was stern and demanding.
I walked to him, leaning up to kiss his soft lips. The kiss started out soft and sweet, but soon Devin took over and our tongues were fighting for ground.
He backed me up until I felt the bathroom counter meet the back of my thighs. He stopped kissing me and quickly turned me to face the bathroom mirror. I watched our reflection as he very slowly kissed the side of my neck and then bit down on my earlobe. His eyes never left mine in the mirror. It was so sexy.
He worked his hands around the bottom of my T-shirt, lifting it and taking it off me. I was standing there in my panties in front of him, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at my naked reflection. I knew once I saw myself, my mood would turn sour.
I turned my eyes away. I could only imagine how my pale, chunky body looked next to his firm, tan one.
“Don’t look away,” he said roughly in my ear.
I flicked my eyes back to his and held them there. As long as I looked into his eyes, I was fine. I just didn’t want to see myself.
He ran his hands up my sides and brought them around to my stomach.
“Watch my hands,” he rasped.
“No,” I whispered.
I felt my expression drop. Looking at his hands meant looking at my stomach.
“Do you have a problem looking at yourself?” His breath blew into my ear as he nibbled softly on the lobe.
It felt so good, and I let my eyes flutter closed.
“Open your eyes and look at yourself.” His voice was rough.
My eyes popped back open and took us in. Like I had expected, his body looked darker and firmer compared to mine.
“I love looking at your body. It’s so sexy and succulent.” He ran his nose down my hairline and breathed me in. “I love kissing and tasting you here.” He brought both his hands up and cupped my breasts. Slowly, he worked his hands back down my body until he was at my panty line. He dipped a finger inside and ran it across my pleasure point. “And I especially love kissing and tasting you here.”
My legs wobbled, and a tiny noise escaped my lips.
“Did I mention that you taste amazing?” His tongue peeked out and licked quickly at the side of my neck.
He moved his finger again, barely grazing me on my most sensitive spot. My body begged for him to put pressure there and to move his fingers lower and deeper.
“I bet you want to be touched here,” he pressed. “I bet you wanna come. Don’t you?”
“Yes.” My voice sounded deep and seductive. It surprised me when I heard it.
He slowly started to push my panties down. Once they were at my ankles, I stepped out of them. He ran his hands down my arms until they were cupping my hands. Intertwining our fingers, his kisses moved to the back of my neck. Then, very unexpectedly, he brought my hands up and placed them against my chest. Using his hands, he gently massaged my breasts with my own hands.
My skin rippled as he pressed my hands against my body and slowly worked them down over my stomach. They went further down, until he was pressing my finger into my moisture. My body was tensed as I leaned my back against him.
Then there was a rhythm as he used my finger to massage my clit in a circular motion. It felt amazing and, before long, I was starting to pant and moan softly. His hands left mine, and the motion stopped.
“Don’t stop,” he whispered in my ear as he moved his hands up to caress the rest of me.
Hesitantly, I continued his rhythm on myself. His eyes beat into mine. At first, there was a tiny bit of embarrassment, but once I felt his hardness press into my back and heard his breathing increase, I knew I was turning him on.
I nibbled on my bottom lip as the ache increased in my lower stomach.
“Next time you’re alone and you touch yourself, I want you to fantasize about this moment.”