Yara |18+|

18

VICO

"Why are you so pretty?" I couldn't help but whisper as I cleared the hair from her face, watching as she lowered herself to her knees and laid her palms on my thighs.

She grinned, staring up at me with those captivating dark eyes. My heart accelerated in my chest, matching the stampede of a thousand horses. I'm going to have a heart attack right on this chair.

Her fingertips traced over the hem of my boxers, driving me absolutely insane when she ran her palm over my dick too.

My breath shuddered, wondering how I was supposed to keep my hands to myself when she looked the way she did. Or when she looked at me like that. So...eager.

I ran a flat hand over her hair, trying to control my breathing when she grabbed the bulge over my boxers and kissed me through the thin material. Fuck. Yara smiled, satisfied with my involuntary response to her.

"Come here," I breathed, wanting to feel her sit on me again.

"No," her voice was filled with finality and she emphasised it by giving me another squeeze.

I groaned, welcoming the pleasure that came from her hand. It'd only been a week since she touched me, but I have dreamt of it more times than I could count.

In the shower or in bed or while driving. I didn't have a choice in the matter and I let her plague my memories because it was all I had of her. Now that she was there, moulding me in the palm of her hand to use and play with as she pleased, I sat back and let her do whatever the fuck she wanted.

"Okay," I whispered.

"Sit back," she said, kissing my dick on the tip and I supressed a shiver. "And let me enjoy this, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," I conceded, hopefully making her realise that I'd do anything she wanted.

I stared down at her, taking in how beautiful she was and the first thought that came to my mind was...I need to take you out on a date. And spoil you. Or is that too soon?

But the thought wandered away the second she looped her fingers over the hem and dragged the only thing covering me down. For a split second, her eyes widened—almost as if she had forgotten what I had to offer. I held back a smirk, seeing the contemplation on her face when she wrapped her fist around the base of me.

"You okay?" I asked, using both hands to tuck her hair behind her ears.

Yara nodded and slid her tongue over her lower lip, but I wasn't happy.

I gripped her chin, tilting her head and forcing her to look up at me. "Words, Yara."

"I'm good," she said, swallowing hard. "I'm good."

"Good girl," I mumbled, sliding my hand over the side of her neck.

Her eyes lightened up, and it must have been the boost of confidence she needed. With her fist around the base of my dick, Yara guided my tip to her mouth and closed her lips. I sunk into the chair, losing all tension in my body once I felt the warmth of her mouth and my eyes fluttered shut, rendering me utterly hopeless at hiding how good it felt.

I groaned, gazing down at her peaceful face and I felt her gently kiss the head. My brows furrowed, confused by how amazing it felt but it was nothing compared to when she stuck her tongue out and ran it along the side of my dick.

I moaned, holding her hair in a make-shift pony but not applying any pressure. If she wanted to take her time with it, I'd let her.

"Fuck," I grunted hoarsely. "You're doing good, hermosa."