Fucking hell. She’s really doing it, pleasuring herself in front of me. My dick throbs madly, hardening more, trying to push out of my pants. I shift, trying to find a comfortable position. Heat radiates up my chest. My heart is racing, the beat pulsing in every goddamn part of my body.
“That’s it,” I whisper when her movements change. “Lower. Use your fingers. Push them inside you.”
She whimpers and I know she’s doing it. Her hips lift and fall, lift and fall, her hand sliding up and down, faster, harder.
Hot damn. I thought I could handle this, but now I’m not sure. The need to come is fucking with my head, and I find my hand drifting down to my dick to relieve the pressure.
“Spread your legs more,” I whisper and almost come when she obeys. “Yeah, that’s it. Lean back more. Show me what you’re doing. Let me hear how much you like it.”
She moans, her hand pumping, and I cup my hard-on, almost weeping with need. She’s close, I can tell from her movements and the sounds escaping her, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Imagine it’s my hand,” I say, not even sure what I’m telling her anymore. “My hand stroking you, fucking your pussy. My fingers sliding deep inside of you, making you come. Damn, Manon…”
I grimace, the pressure behind my balls and in my cock painful, but I manage not to move, not to grab my dick and jack off until I see stars. My focus is on her, the girl who erased all others from my mind—and I haven’t even seen her naked.
Jesus Christ.
“Let it go.” Please. “Come for me.”
“Seth!” she breathes and lets out a small wail as she comes, hips jerking, then stills, her hand relaxing, withdrawing from her panties to rest on her lower belly. She drops back on the bed, panting, her dark curls framing her heart-shaped face.
I’m in love with her. Fucking in love with her, body and soul.
Fuck. Guess there’s no turning back for me now.
***
Enough of this. Enough torture. I wait just enough for her to come around, and I push to my feet.
“Gonna hit the shower.”
“Seth…”
I gulp, keep my back to her. “Yeah?”
My dick is touch and go. I’ll rub a quick one off under the spray, and she won’t even know how much she affects me.
That’s the plan.
“Won’t you show me?”
“Show you what?” I turn around slowly. What the fuck am I missing?
“Yourself.”
Myself. I glance down at the tent in my pants. “You really wanna see?”
Her eyes sparkle. Embarrassed, shy, horny. She’s breathtaking.
“I want you to show me,” she says softly. “How a man likes to be touched.”
Oh hell. She’ll be the death of me, I just know it, but I’m the only one to blame for this particular mess.
I return to the bed, sit back down, run a hand over my mouth. “You sure about this, girl?”
“Can I see it?”
“My dick?”