Glancing up, we lock eyes as I slowly slide the lace down her thighs. I can smell her desire, almost taste it on my tongue, as I look down and see her velvet skin drenched. Licking my lips, I pull back, slowly starting to undo the buckle to the belt she was so eager to free me of just a moment ago.

Our chests rise and fall quickly. The seconds tick by in the most agonizing way, as I pull the leather from my pant loops and toss it to the side. The sound of the buckle clattering on the floor somehow increases the tension between us. I slowly undo the top button of my jeans as she wets her lips in anticipation, her thighs parting in need.

“I don’t think you understand what you do to me, Darling.” I fist my hard cock in my pants, grinding into my palm as her hips slowly rise off the bed.

My gaze falls back to her center, and I groan. “Fuck, Wendy. I don’t think I can give you nice and slow.”

“Peter…” my name comes out breathlessly as her hands trail down her stomach, towards her center.

My eyes grow wide as I watch her fingers inch closer to her opening. “Naughty Wendy,” I growl, slipping out of my jeans and kicking them off to join my belt. “Do you touch yourself often, Darling?”

Her fingers stop. Her breaths increase. “I’ve never touched myself, Peter.”

“Not even when you think of me?”

She bites her lip, and my cock grows harder. She shakes her head no. Something about the bashful look in her eyes makes me grow impossibly harder, makes me need her more than I ever dreamed possible.

“Touch yourself, Darling. Show me how wet I make that pretty pussy.”

She hesitates for only a second before doing as I say. Her fingers slip in between her slick lips with ease, her head falls back, her eyes close, her middle finger gliding into her opening. I stare with a greedy need as she works her finger back out, up, rubbing her sensitive nub that I can’t wait to feel between my lips again, as I lick and suck her slowly to heaven.

“Peter,” she purrs, and I can’t get my briefs off fast enough.

“Open your eyes,” I demand, and she does so instantly. Her fingers work faster as I grip my cock in my hand, squeeze it, then start to work my hand up and down, matching the rhythm of her fingers in her tight cunt. Moisture pools at the crown of my cock, and I throw my head back with a deep moan as it thickens. When I look back down, Wendy’s eyes are trained on my length. She wets her lips and moves her fingers faster.