Page 145 of Fierce Storm
Fuck. I chuckle under my breath and do as she asked, finally unzipping my pants to ease the tension, while leaving my briefs on. This is about her. Not me. “Done.”
“Good, now imagine me kneeling in front of you.”
“No.”I have a better idea.
“No?”
“I’m the one on my knees, Keeley. With my palms spread across your thighs, I’m gliding a path toward your center, pushing your knees into the arms of the chair.”
“OhGod.”
“Sal,” I remind her, and her breath hitches before she whispers my name, the sound traveling from my ears to my cock.
“Sal.”
I bite back a groan as my eyes lock on Keeley’s photo, imagining myself kneeling in front of her.
“Can you feel my thumbs brushing against your panties? Running circles over the soaked material, while your hips buck? Tell me, are you wet for me, Keels?”
“So. Fucking. Wet.”
Her punctuated words are like tugs on my length. I feel her as if she’s here with me, and my head spins.
“I need more, Sal. Please.”
I let myself relax, lying back with my head against the backrest, my eyes drifting shut with the visual of Keeley still in my mind, my fingers wrapped around her legs, my thumbs working her core.
“I want you to move your panties to the side, Keels. Give me the access I need to run my thick fingers through your slit, working you from your clit to your entrance, back and forth. Slowly teasing.”
“Yes. More. Yes.” Her voice comes out breathy, and my cock jolts as pre cum pools on my tip, making me wriggle uncomfortably.
“I want to massage your clit; I want to feel that little bud harden for me while I dip a finger inside you.”
“Yes. Fuck. I need to touch you. I need your cock in my hand.”
Dammit. The visual attacks my mind and I release my cock, wrapping my palm around my shaft as it thickens in my hand, my restraint out the fucking window.
“Your fingers feel so good inside me, Sal. But I want another. I need three.”
Fuuck. My grip around my length tightens but I don’t pump. Not yet. I need more from Keeley.
“God, you feel good, Keels. The way your pussy is sucking me in, taking my fingers with ease.”
“Yes,” she moans, her breathing ragged, and I can’t hold back any longer. I run my cock through my hand, brushing my palm over the tip in time with her breaths.
“Can you feel me pumping into you?” I ask as I pump myself harder. “Feel my thumb rubbing your clit, faster.”Fuck. “Harder.”Fuck. Oh God.
“Don’t stop, Sal. I’m so close. I want you to curl your fingers, please.”
“Do it. Now.” I barely get the words out before my balls tighten.
“Jesus. Yes. God. Thank you. I’m…Jesus.” Unlike me, Keeley is able to give a play-by-play, and with each visual, she puts me closer to the edge. “Your cock is throbbing in my hand, Sal. I wish I could taste you. Are you close?”
“Mm-hmm,” I grate with my teeth clenched, no longer able to speak at all. Keeley’s soft frantic mewls have me in a choke hold, and I’m about to come all over my goddamn clothes.
“Yes. I’m…” Keeley cries out in ecstasy and I allow myself to follow, my release shooting onto my shirt, coating me as I shudder.
“Fuuck. Keeley.” I sigh as I come back down to earth, listening intently to her breathing. “You’re making me act like a fucking teenager again.” I groan, covering my face with my hand. “You know that, right?”
