He whispered something against my pussy. Something I couldn’t hear, but I felt his lips shape around the words between licks of my clit. I grabbed a fistful of his hair, and he moaned. I didn’t hear that either, but it reverberated through me. God, the way he sucked on my clit was perfect, so perfect that my pussy clenched and fluttered around his fingers, my pleasure a promise that he was determined to deliver.

“I wanted it so badly…” video Tommy continued. “I wanted to bury my dick so deep inside of you that when you came again, I’d feel it from the tip of my dick to the base. Then fuck you slow and deep until you came again. You hear me, pretty baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed in response to video Tommy’s question and what real-life Tommy was doing down on his knees between my thighs.

Video Tommy moaned. “What would you sound like? Would you make those same kitty growls? Or would you get loud for me? Or maybe you would smother your moans and screams into my shoulder? Maybe you’d bite my shoulder because I felt so damn good to you? Bite and lick and then bite me again while your pussy clenched and soaked my dick the way you soaked my lap last night.” His breath hitched and shuddered in my ears. My breathing mirrored his, and I watched wide-eyed as video Tommy fucked his fist, and real-life Tommy spun me up with his mouth and fingers.

I bit my bottom lip hard, trying not to scream…but fuck, it felt good. So, so good. “Tommy,” I gasped hoarsely because I was close.

When video Tommy came, the sound of his satisfied moans filled my ears, and I moaned and came along with him while real-life Tommy drank me up like he was oh so thirsty.

The video ended, and my head and ears filled with the raspy sounds of my own breath soughing in and out of my lungs, barely covered by the bump and tumble of the dryer balls as they finished up the quick cycle.

Tommy planted wet kisses on my thighs, my lower belly, and my hips. His fingers — gentler now, but still inside of me — created delicious waves of pleasure. He stood slowly, slipped his fingers out of me just as slowly, and wiped his chin with the back of his hand with a big grin on his face. My vision was hazy, soft around the edges in a way that made his beautiful, messy face look like something out of a dream sequence in a John Hughes movie.

He took the AirPods out of my ears and his phone out of my hand, then tucked both into the pocket of his pajama bottoms. Still smiling at me, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Look at you,” he whispered.