While I Whisper: Just Us

I want to tell you a story. Put your hand on your cock. Keep it there. See how long you can last.

I lift my shirt slowly, teasing the red lace just enough for your cock to twitch in your hand.

"Been watching these bounce in your head all day, haven't you?"

I squeeze my breasts together, let them spill over, full and flushed.

"Imagine them pressed to your chest while I ride you. Your cock inside me, deep."

You don't answer. You just grip yourself harder, your hand already slick, sliding up and down like you need this. Good. I want you.

"I want to climb on top of you. Right now. No panties, no hesitation. Just raw want."

I run a hand between my legs, slow, deliberate. Just enough to show you how wet I am.

"Feel that?" I murmur. "I've been dripping for you since before you even walked in."

Your breathing changes. Faster. Your fist moves faster too.

I keep whispering.

"I'd straddle you, guide your cock to my pussy, and then..." I pause, let it hang, make you ache for it, "... I'd sink down. All the way. Every thick inch. No condom."

You groan. I smile.

"You'd feel how wet I am. How tight. I'd clench around you, fuck you hard, ride you until your eyes roll back. You try to hold back, but you won't last. Not when I lean in and tell you what I want."

I press my tits together again.

"I want you to come inside me. No pulling out. Just fill me up. I want to feel your cock pulse while you shoot it deep into me. Warm. Heavy. Leaking out of me while I keep grinding."

Your strokes get rougher now. I can hear the slick sound of your fist. See your muscles tighten.

I moan softly, fingers teasing my nipple.

"Do it," I whisper, breath hot."But not yet, baby."

"Think of me on top, screaming your name, taking every drop. Think of me dripping with your cum, still grinding because I can't get enough."

You stroke faster. Harder.

"That's it," I murmur, voice low and filthy. "Now get on top of me," I whisper, breath hitching. "I want to feel your weight. Your skin. That cock pressing at my entrance. You move over me, heavy, hungry, your cock rubbing between my folds, so hard it aches.

I spread my legs wide for you. Arch my back. "Don't tease," I murmur. "Just fuck me."

You press in deep and I gasp. "God, yes." I feel every inch, every twitch, every breath you take above me.

Your hips slam into mine, slow at first, then faster, harder. I moan under you, hands gripping the sheets, my hips rocking up to meet every thrust.

"You feel that?" I whisper. "How tight I am around your cock? How deep you are inside me?"

You groan. Your hands pin my wrists above my head. "Fuck, yes," I gasp. "Just like that. Use me. Don't stop. I want you to come like this. Over me. Inside me. While I moan into your ear and beg for more."

My legs wrap around your back. I want it harder. Deeper. I want to lose myself.

You fuck me harder, hips slapping, breath ragged. "You're so close, aren't you? So fucking close."

I bite your shoulder. My nails dig in. "Fill me up. Fuck me. I want your cum leaking out of me for hours."

You growl my name. Your cock throbs. "That's it," I breathe. "Good boy. Just like that. You're so deep," I breathe, voice thick with heat."I can feel you right up in my belly. Stretching me open. Stuffing me full."

I press my hips up to meet your imaginary thrusts, eyes locked on yours, watching your hand work your cock.

"You're fucking me like you own me. Driving into me over and over, until the sound of skin on skin echoes in the room."

Your strokes are rough now. Hard, slick, desperate. Your cock's gleaming with pre-come, your fist tight around the base, pumping like you can't hold back much longer.

"You're jerking that cock like you want to fuck me through the mattress. I want it. I want every filthy second of it."

I moan and tilt my head back, still whispering.

"You slam in so deep I swear I can't breathe. You bottom out, grind, and stay there while I shake underneath you. "You're so thick inside me, I can't move. Just take it. Just open for you and beg for more."

Your hand's a blur now. You're right there.

"Stroke it harder, baby. Come for me. Imagine how wet I am. How your cum would pour out of me when you finally pull out, messy and hot."

"But you don't pull out, do you? Not yet" I whisper, voice breaking into a moan.

"You stay inside. Press down deep and fuck every last drop into me. Good boy. Let go."

You're stroking fast now, jerking your shaft as I whisper. "Let me help you," I murmur, crawling closer, eyes on your cock. I wrap my hand over yours, slow you down.

"Let me show you how I want it." I whisper. I slide your hand up to the tip, then down--slow, deep, with pressure.

"That's it. Feel how good that is? Now, match me. Match how I'd ride you."

My hips start to roll, slow and heavy, like I'm grinding on your lap, your cock buried deep inside me. You follow with your hand, stroking exactly how I move.

"Imagine me on top, tits bouncing, mouth open, moaning while you pulse inside me."

I tighten my grip around your fist.

"Faster now. I'd be so wet you'd slide in over and over without stopping."

Your cock twitches. You gasp.

"I'd ride you until your thighs shake. Until you grab my hips and fuck up into me, desperate to come. Don't stop. I'm right here. Guiding your cock. Whispering in your ear. Telling you how deep you go, how good you feel."

You're panting now, almost gone.

"You'd beg to come. And I'd say yes."

I squeeze tighter. Stroke harder. Match every thrust with a grind of my hips.

"Come inside me, baby. Right now. I want to feel your cock throb in my hand, feel that heat spill all over my skin, all over my cunt."

"Now. Come for me. Let me feel it."

Your fist tightens, the slick glide over your length now fast, focused. A sharp inhale. Your whole body arches. You groan, your hand still pumping as hot cum spills over your stomach. For a few seconds, nothing else exists. Just the heat, the trembling, and the rawness of coming undone in your own grip.

"Good boy," I whisper.