He raises his eyebrows suggestively. I shake my head and smile, realizing I walked right into that one.
I massage him through his pants one last time before grabbing one side of the material and yanking it down, then the other side until his hard dick pops free.
He seriously has the best-looking cock I’ve ever seen. Long. Really fucking thick. Perfect vein running through it, and the best tip that makes me want to suck on it.
But this is about showing him something. He might be dirtier and more experienced in other facets of the bedroom, but I can slow things down.
I squirt a couple of pumps of lotion onto my hand. Then I slowly wrap my hand around him, toward the top, and run it down to the base, moving the lotion all over.
I keep my grip nice and tight as I move my hand up to his tip and roll my hand around it. Then I give it several little strokes, the lotion creating the perfect amount of friction.
I watch him the entire time. His face looks almost tortured as he watches my hand work him.
I start to move my hand up and down as I tighten my grip, each time pausing at the top to rub my thumb tightly over his tip.
“Fuuuuck,” he growls.
He looks over at me, and we lock eyes as I continue up and down, making sure not to go too fast so I can draw it all out.
“It’s sexy when we both get to watch. Isn’t it?” I tell him.
Then we both move our eyes to my hand and watch in awe as I stroke him. The lotion allows my hand to glide freely while I can still squeeze hard enough to really work him.
I sit up so I can use my other hand to grab his balls, both hands touching him.
“Mel,” he croaks out, “dammit. It’s so good.”
I smile softly but am too mesmerized as I watch his cock harden to what seems like an almost-painful amount. I feel it in the base of him before it happens. Then thick ropes of cum shoot out and fall down all over my hand and his dick, just like when we were video calling … but better.
He cusses and grunts throughout his entire release as he moves his hips up and down, completely out of control. I take it all in and memorize it.
I pull my cum-covered hand off him and lick some of it off my thumb.
“Holy shit,” he says loudly. “Who the hell are you?”
I laugh. “Someone who needs to go wash her hand.”
I walk myself to what I assume is the bathroom and flip on the light.
I gasp. Out loud. This bathroom is bigger than myfamily room.
It has a massive glass shower with a comfortable, large stone bench inside of it. A huge hot tub in a corner. Double vanity. A massive walk-in closet off to the left.
Marble and stone that look like they were brought over from Italy.
I walk over to one of the sinks and run my hands under the water, then pump some soap onto me.
Colton follows in behind me. He sheds his clothes into the hamper and grabs a towel, then wraps it around his waist.
“Looks like I need another shower.”
I look at him through the mirror.
“I should get going anyway. It’s late, and we both have to be up early.”
He nods his head slowly. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t crowd.