Night Owl

Night Owl ch. 29

My body ached as I stood still, the cool air stinging my bare skin. I wanted him, as the heat from my touch fogged the glass between us, my breath hitched as my tongue met my lips.

"You're excited I see," he smirked as he stood placing his hand opposite mine, his fingers mirroring my opaque print. He's seen me in every way imaginable, but right now, I am as shy as I was the first day he physically touched me.

I loved him. There was no doubt in my mind that I loved him. Studying my eyes, I could tell something was on his mind.

"Baby, are you okay," I asked placing my other palm against the cool glass. Nodding his head he gave me a commanding smile. His thoughts have shifted and watching his body react, I could feel my teeth in my bottom lip.

"How would you like me tonight," he asked me, backing up so I could admire his full form. The fabric on the chair scrunched as his heavy frame found it's place. His tip played between his fingertips as he watched me.

Finding my own seat, my legs propped against the arm rests of the chair. Bare and exposed he licked his lips as his eyes traced my dripping folds.

"I want you to watch as I play," I said, softly stroking my essence as my fingers are being coated in my excitement.

"I don't get to play with you baby," he whined as he gazed upon me. "Not yet you don't," I said locking our gazed through the glass. I wanted him to watch me. To see how my body reacted at the mere thought of him being inside of me.

"I want you to talk me through it," I said gripping my breast, my nipple stinging as I pinched it. Scissoring my clit, my hips melted into my hand as I watched him watching me.

He loved when I let him command me. This was one of his favorite things to do. It was torture for me, he always edged me to the point of near pain. I lived for his command though.

"Spread your legs wider," he began as my ass met the edge of the cushion. Ensuring that I didn't click off the mic, my left leg sat slightly forward on the arm rest. "Take two fingers and enter your pussy," the smirk on his lips crept slowly as he basked in angst.

I wanted him. I needed him inside of me so badly. "Stroke it slowly Lily. Imagine your fingertips are my tongue, stroking you, tasting every ounce of your wetness."

"Ahh," my moan echoed through the speakers. He loved hearing me react to him. I loved being commanded. As my head hit the back of the chair, I envisioned him standing over me, stroking my wetness, coating his fingers until they dripped. It was glorious, the way I could feel him without him actually being there.

"Lily," I heard him say, "hmm," I answered fully focused on my task at hand. "I'm coming over to you," he whined. As my gaze met the glass, I saw him sauntering over to a side of the room he's never used before. As my eyes trailed him to the right corner of my room, there was a hidden door, that I didn't know existed.

The red light from his room illuminated my own, as he merged our two spaces together.

"Don't stop," he commanded. Nodding my head, we locked eyes as I played in my oasis. The curves of his body were breathtaking as his length bounced, hitting the bottom of his belly. I wanted him in my mouth. To taste how excited he was to see me.

"Fuck Lily, you're so damn beautiful," he said leaning down, putting a nipple teasingly between his teeth.

"Shit JK," I whined. The tingle met my toes as he gripped my inner thigh.

Tilting his head down he watched me stroking my entrance. "I'm going to eat you until you scream," he said falling to his knees, sitting between my legs. Finding his grasp on my thighs, he dove into my sloppy waters.