Automatic Diary, NSFW, masturbation
He can’t take it anymore.
They’ve grown so close, and it’s through her that he learns how good her touch is. She’s gentle. Lovely. Warm, safe, and gods, he’s sensitive to everything she does.
He doesn’t let on that her persistent touches and strokes and kisses are beyond arousing. Nor does he ever admit that he watches her chest and her hips with more than a passing interest, recalling more than once the fantastic peeks that he’s had the good fortune to be shown. Thandi’s wardrobe is dangerous.
And her breasts are definitely the greatest gift to mankind that’s ever blessed the land and he gets them all to himself. Someday.
Tonight, though, he’s finally home after walking her back to her place. She hugged him close, just for a moment, and he kissed her fingers. And then she took his hand in hers and those soft lips pressed to his skin and gods he wants them all over his body. His cock agrees.
Charlie lays back in bed, shirt open, trousers unbuttoned, lazily stroking himself as he thinks of his love. His dearest, his Thandi. What would it feel like to kiss her? He can still feel the ghost of her pressed to him. Her chest is so soft.
To be able to press his lips to her… what sort of noises would she make? He recalls those little squeaks she makes when she’s touched on her neck. Those little sighs when he presses his hand on the small of her back. The giggle she makes when he squeezes her with a little extra enthusiasm.
“Haah… fuck.”
What does her body look like? Her dresses give him a good idea. Her chest, obviously, is amazing. She’s accident prone, and he’s seen the hint of a dark nipple on more than one occasion. And when the chill is just right, gods above, his angel blesses him with a sight to behold. And then he has to loan her his jacket, because he’ll be damned if anyone else gets to enjoy the sight of her peaked nipples.
Thandi’s hips, too. Soft. Wide. A perfect place to rest his hands. And she’s ticklish, and ticklish definitely means sensitive in the right contexts. He imagines her beside him, shyly covering herself as he sweeps his fingertips along her sides.
Would she moan? He hopes so. It makes him twitch, imagining it. He would love to pull such a noise from her. Lick her all the way from her center to her neck. Speaking of, what would she taste like? He’s smelled it from her before. She’s as excitable as he is, and he can smell her arousal at times. And sometimes, of course, the smell lingers on her fingers and he smirks at her while pretending to be ignorant of it.
He can’t wait until it’s his fingers that smell like that. Taste like that. To dip his tongue in her and kiss her in just the right ways?
Would she call his name?
The thought of her under him, begging him to let her come…
“Fuck…”
It’s time to get serious. Charlie grasps himself firmly and pumps his cock, breathing hard as he picks up the pace. How hard could he fuck her? How fast? Would she like it slow and torturous or quick and overwhelming? Either way, he’s going to be inside of her someday.
And he imagines the feeling of her squeezing down on him. She’ll probably be a tight fit, and gods, to kiss her as he pounds her, to suck every bit of flavor from her mouth…!
Her hands wrapping around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she shouts her need. Begs him to go harder, faster. Charlie’s hips rise as his hand continues the frantic pace he’s set.
“Thandi…Thandi…!”
And he imagines what it would be like to cum inside of her, fill her up, leave a bit of him inside of her. To watch it drip from—
“Thandi!!”
He feels it splatter on his stomach, his chest, gods, it’s all over his hand. Charlie opens his eyes and smiles as he catches his breath. Gods, he can’t believe he’s so lucky to have someone like Thandi be in love with him. She’s slept in this bed! With him!
And maybe someday it’ll be just as he imagines: them pressed together in a needy rut, begging each other to come.
A quick wipe up with his soiled shirt and Charlie sleeps, dreaming of his beautiful love and the amazing things she can do with her hands.