Better

One stiletto at a time, I removed my heel and placed it on the floor. He pushed himself up with his hands on the floor. When he sat up, my eyes trailed from his lips down to his chest that rose with each excited breath, lower still to where his muscled torso flexed with each inhale. His hardness strained against the material of his pants and I wouldn’t be surprised if he was leaking. His eyes lowered between my spread legs and I lifted my chin as he stared. I held myself open for him and his lips parted as his eyes touched where his hands couldn’t.

“Did you want to watch me cum?” I asked.

“Yes, Luna,” he choked.

“Mm, did you like the sound of me finger fucking myself?” I asked. The lewder the better. He answered with a groan. “Words, Chance. You’ve been doing so well.”

“Yes, Luna. I enjoyed listening to you fuck your sweet cunt,” He groaned.

“What were you thinking about when you were listening like a pervert on the floor?” I asked. He shifted from one hand to the other while I waited