I didn’t like this unsure version of her. Her confidence was sexy, and I wanted to remind her of that. I walked through the falling rain until I was on the other side, letting the water continued to stream down the curves and notches of my body.
“Did you come in here to give me a show?” I asked.
Her gaze snapped to me, and heat pooled in her eyes. Ah, there she was.
And she was so fucking gorgeous, I couldn’t help myself. I closed my hand around the tip of my cock and pushed the head of it through my tight fist.
Her voice was throaty and filled with more steam than the shower. “No, I came to watch the show, Vance.”
I squeezed against the pulse of satisfaction her words gave me. “I don’t see why we can’t do both.”
Her chest rose as she drew in an enormous breath, but her tone was strong and provocative. “You want to watch me touch myself?”
I was an attorney, which meant I liked specific and clear communication. “I want you to show me how you played with your pussy when you were thinking about me.”
She licked her lips and pressed them together, giving me the suspicion she’d done it to quiet whatever surprised, excited sound she wanted to make.
I pumped my fist down the length of me, causing my wet skin to shift and slide through my fingers. “I’m already showing you how hard you make me. What I have to do whenever I think about all the things I want to do to you.”
When she backed away, my heart stopped, but then it lurched forward as I realized what she was doing. Emery put one foot behind her and then another until she was leaning back against the glistening tiles. Her gaze was pinned to me as she raised a knee and placed her toes on the edge of the bench running along the adjacent wall.
It opened her up so I could see everything, and she didn’t hesitate to slide a hand down over her toned stomach, all the way until her fingertips covered her clit. I halted mid-stroke once more, not wanting anything to distract me from witnessing this erotic sight.
Her eyelids went heavy as her fingers began to stir, rubbing a small circle, but her gaze didn’t waver from me. It was like she was entranced. Her focus bounced between my face and my hand that grasped my dick, and then she was wordlessly demanding I hold up my end of the deal.
I’d promised her a show, after all.
It always felt good when I jerked off, but this? It was way better. I loved how her lips parted as I began to fuck my fist and watched her slowly mouth the word fuck as I glided my hand over my erection. Her breasts undulated with her hurried breaths, making her tight, dark nipples rise and fall.
“I want your tits in my mouth,” I said. It wasn’t against the rules, and I’d done it before, but I’d had my clothes on then. I’d asked her not to touch me and for us to pace ourselves. It seemed incredibly risky to touch her, not to mention . . . I wouldn’t be able to keep watching.
Her fingers moved faster, and she sagged against the wall under the weight of her pleasure. “And I want your dick in my mouth.”
“Shit,” I groaned. “I want that too. So. Fucking. Much.”
“Yeah?” She was breathless. “Tell me what you’d do to me if you could.”
Perhaps to encourage, she used her free hand to cup one of her breasts, and my mouth watered. Her sexy taunting was torturous fun, and two could play that game.
My smile was sinister. “I’d give you the best fuck of your life. The kind of sex that once you have it, you don’t want to live without it.” She raised an unimpressed eyebrow, but I wasn’t finished. “You want to know how I’d do it? For me to give you the play-by-play in exact detail?”
She tried to look disinterested but failed miserably, so I didn’t wait for her answer.
“I’d come over there and put my hand between your thighs. I won’t move it or rub your pussy. I’ll just leave it there, so that when I suck on your nipples, you’ll squirm against the side of my hand. You’ll rock and grind and try to get me to touch your needy little clit—but I won’t. Because I’m enjoying how you’re fucking my hand too much.”
She blinked rapidly against the onslaught of my words. Were her legs already shaking?
“And then,” my voice grew thicker with lust, “when you can’t stand it anymore, I’ll slide a finger inside you.”
Her hand came down off the breast to join her other fingers already pressed between her legs. It was so she could push one of her index fingers deep inside, all the way to the last knuckle. “Like this?”