Page 53 of Whispers in the Dark
“Mmm…” Alina’s moan sends an aching pulse straight to my hardening cock. I take a step forward; the slight gap between the door and the frame allows me to see her reflection in the floor-length windows on the side of the room.
Fuck me.
She’s stretched across the bed, her nightshirt ridden up her torso, and her legs bare. She bends her knees to the side and…
I bite down on my knuckle to stop myself from groaning.
Her pretty pink pussy is on full display as she repositions the vibrator against her clit, sliding it up and down. Teasing herself over and over again.
Oh, fuck this.
With a feral need, I unzip my pants and reach inside for my hard cock, fisting it with force.
Every time she whimpers, I picture myself sliding inside of her tight pussy, which flutters eagerly around me.
I watch with rapt fascination as she slides a finger down her slit, swirling it over her entrance before plunging inside. Her back arches off the bed, her lips parting as her eyes close.
I want to know how she tastes.
I want to coat my tongue in her arousal.
I want to shove my fingers knuckle deep inside her, finding that spot within her that makes her see stars.
I want to thrust my cock into her wet heat, stretching her around me as I make her come.
I want it all.
My movements grow quicker.
My muscles straining from so much need.
“So close,” she whimpers, the speed of the vibrator increasing.
Me too, baby,I think as my balls begin to tighten painfully.
“Oh… Oh… Mauro!” she screams out as the orgasm consumes her.
The sight of her causes my own to quickly follow suit as I keep my eyes on her the whole time, biting down so hard on my bottom lip that blood coats my tongue.
I press my palm to the frame to catch my breath, my shoulders drop, and my head hangs low, when it hits me…
She called outmy name.
Did she see me?
I glance up to look over at her, noting the rosy flush that covers her skin and her closed eyes as she rests her head on her pillow with a content smile on her face, indicating one satisfactory orgasm.
It doesn’t appear that she saw me.
Which means…
She was thinking about me to get herself off.
Holy shit.
She turns on her side, facing away from me, and pulls the blanket up around her curves.
Quietly, I tuck myself back into my pants and zip before walking down the stairs, heading directly toward my chair so I can think.
