Tingles spread over my face, and I felt higher than I ever had.
“When you think about me…‘sometimes,’” he added with amusement in his tone—he knew I was lying—“show me what you do to yourself.”
I blinked my eyes open, looking at the heat in his eyes. My nervous heart pounded harder, but I fought to restrain my excitement, too.
I’d never done that in front of anyone, and I hesitated, worrying about all the other women he’d had. How experienced they were, and if he’d snicker and laugh at what I had…
And then I heard Michael in my head from what seemed like ages ago, in a dark room, the first time he got close…
Own it. Don’t apologize for who you are. Own it. You can’t win if you don’t show up, right?
I held his eyes, intense and not blinking, as I slid my hand down into my bikini, and between my thighs.
Michael ran a hand over the left side of my neck, and I faltered, not used to having anyone touch me there.
But he didn’t seem to notice anything. He continued, threading it under my hair, holding me as his eyes dropped and he watched me move my fingers inside my black swimsuit.
His chest rose and fell quicker, and his hard gaze stayed trained on my hand as I circled my clit with two fingers.
My pussy started throbbing harder, and I whimpered, my insides flooding with heat as he watched me play.
“Take them off,” he breathed out, eyes never leaving my hand.
I shook my head.
“Do it.” He shook me, and I gasped.
Jesus. A rush hit my stomach, and the pulse in my fucking clit pounded harder.
I groaned.
“Please, Rika,” he begged, kissing my lips and drawing them out with his as he pulled back. “I need to see.”
I licked my lips and slipped my fingers under the straps at my hips and pushed the bottoms down, stepping out of them.
I caught his sudden intake of breath, and, without hesitation, I slid my hand back down between my thighs. I moved my fingers in and out, swirling the wetness up and over my clit as I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes.
I arched my back and lifted my leg up, letting Michael grab it under the knee and hold it at his waist.
Much better now.
Rolling my hips in small movements, feeling his cock grow hard as I brushed against it inside his pants, I continued fingering and playing, hearing his breathing grow labored. He must’ve liked what he was seeing.
“Is this what you wanted?” I whispered, sliding two fingers inside myself.
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“Yes,” he choked out.
I smiled. Whether or not I thought I was sexy or just a stupid kid was irrelevant. Michael Crist was losing his grip.
“Sometimes I do other things,” I taunted.
He snapped his eyes up to me, narrowing them. “What else?”
“I can’t tell you.” I licked my lip. “Maybe I’ll show you sometime. Or maybe I’ll do it tonight when I take off my clothes and crawl into my bed alone”—and I leaned in, whispering across his lips--“naked, hot, wet, and alone.”
He exhaled, his lungs emptying. “Fuck.”