“This is a rather long story,” he cautioned. “Do you want me to read it to you?”
My mind wondered for just a fraction of a second if that was a clue from him that I should not come so easily to his voice.
“Yes,” I whispered with a grin.
As he was reading to me, I thought about my head resting on his lap with him occasionally moving my tangled mess of hair from my eyes. My hand was already between my legs and his voice was the right pitch, the right volume and it flowed like liquid in my ears.
My eyes were lazy and closed as his words transformed into a movie in my mind where I was the main actress and he was the love interest. He spoke of public nudity, oral sex, threesomes and even men ravaging each other. My breath quivered as I used every bit of discipline not to break his stream. I held out as he read paragraphs to me and my cunt was dripping on to the bed. My fingertips rubbed the hardness of my clit and I would gasp every so delicately knowing he heard me. It was a game of timing and I was quickly losing as the first set of characters was on the verge of exploding with orgasms. His reading slowed and he came to a stop whispering, “Come for me Grace, and don’t hold back. Come for me now.”
I erupted before the characters did with my cunt squirting and wetting my thighs and hand. He coached the orgasms from me and as I let out that yelp of desire for him my eyes welled up with tears. He let out a small sigh keeping his composure the whole time and making me look like the very greedy whore that I am. I have no shame with him; he owns me.
As I calmed my frantic panting down my fingertips kept teasing my throbbing clit and he went on reading of screaming orgasms and cum being released from cocks. He continued to another scene and I was already on the edge of another orgasm. In the story two women were kissing each other and the one urging the other to let go and come. His words teased me as I held back again letting out small gasps when he said something that aroused me to near orgasm.
It was the part in the story when the characters were about to come a second time that my gasps turned into panting and once again he stopped reading, “Come for me Grace,” he growled. “I want to hear you come.”
Again I let it all out as it gushed freely from my cunt. As I kept coming over and over his breathing grew heavy. My coming was making him need to release and he said with desperation, “I’m going to come, I’m going to come…” I started to groan and beg him to come over and over. I cried out for him to come inside me and he came with grunts and spurts of breath.
We lay there panting like animals in heat and I smiled as I always do with him. “You are so wonderfully intense,” I whispered.
He moaned in my ear as he does and it sent me right back to needing him all over again.
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