Page 37 of Lyric Squared
Silence entered the small space between us as we both worked to clean her face. Our fingers left evidence of her mentaland emotional state, staining her skin red from stimulation and constant manipulation. In her fragility and disheveled state, she was still the prettiest girl in the world to me.
“Anything else?” she mustered with a titter after she’d gotten herself together as best she could.
Her eagerness to include my desires and eagerness to fulfill them hardened my dick. The next time tears fell from her eyes, I wanted it to be from the utter bliss derived from my uncompromising strokes.
“When I’m alone at night, and I begin to touch myself, it’s you that appears behind my lids. I’ve wondered for far too long how well we’d mesh together, how my body must contour to your frame, and how we probably fit together like two puzzle pieces,”I spoke the words from her message. “Show me how you touch yourself when thinking of me.”
“Keanu.” She shuttered.
“Scoot back.”
Her legs weren’t on the bed, but I wanted her to be comfortable. Attempting to find comfort myself, I pulled the loveseat that was a few feet away from the bed closer and removed the black Amiri jeans. Immediately after, I was planted on the velvet cushion watching as Lyric propped the pillows from the head of the bed up behind her.
“Keanu, I can’t,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing a crimson red.
“Be a big girl for daddy,” I encouraged. “Show me what that pussy does when you think of me. Aight?”
“Okay,” she answered, spreading her legs.
Her pretty, pink pussy peered. My eyes didn’t leave it as I watched her fingers settle on her meaty lips. It was taking everything in me to remain seated, but I understood the assignment.
“Wider,” I commanded.
Upon my request, Lyric spread her legs even wider until she was able to see me through the large gap she’d created. She closed her eyes as her right hand rested on her pussy.
“Open your eyes,” I requested, slipping my hand into my briefs and freeing my dick.
When her lids reopened, they closed again immediately. Then, reopened again.
“Keanu,” she begged.
“Eyes open and on me.”
Dazed, she obsessed over my tool. I spat in my hand to lubricate it. Lyric’s body jerked as the sound of my spit leaving my mouth penetrated the air.
“Oh God.” She melted.
“Show me, Lyric.”
Her index and middle fingers circled her vagina before disappearing inside of her.Fuck, I fumed, wishing it was me getting lost in her wetness. When her fingers reappeared, they were covered in her slime. She utilized the self-lubrication to glide her fingers over her clit.
Up and down.
Around and around.
Dick standing tall like a missile, I gripped the head and began massaging it while admiring the view. Lyric’s eyes remained open but were so low that I could barely see anything but the skin on top and bottom of them.
Cum oozed from the tip of my dick though I wasn’t ready to nut. Seeing Lyric skillfully satisfy herself with the thought of me circling her brain just had my head gone and me falling victim to an intoxicating stupor.
“Ummmmm,” she moaned, caressing herself while looking back at me.
She held her pussy lips open with one hand and focused on her clit with the other. Every few seconds, she’d rewet herfingers, pulling nectar from her canal each time they reappeared. She was so fucking wet. I wanted to slide right in her shit, but it wasn’t the time.
Nothing compared to my view. Nothing. Lyric’s movements was like poetry in human form, each move she made forming a new line on the page. It was the best writing I’d seen in all my years.
Around and around. She worked her pussy like only she could. Her face scrunched and relaxed over and over, revealing her proximity to her mountain’s top. She was almost there, and I wanted to take her the rest of the way.
“Oh my God.” Her legs trembled as she came close to her peak.
