“I thought you were angry that I’d teased you.”
“Never. I would do anything for more of your teasing.”
“Even if it doesn’t lead to sex?”
“Yes. I like all of your touches.”
“Okay.”
He grunted and stood. It was only then that I realized Groth had paused the movie and was watching me like the real-life drama machine I seemed to be today.
“I will be right back,” Azio said, moving for the stairs.
My gaze bounced between Groth and Azio. Groth made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
“He hopes you will watch again,” he said.
I flushed scarlet, but rather than hide in my blanket nest, I pushed back the covers and hurried up the stairs. Azio’s pants were already sagging on his hips when I joined him. This time, his moves weren’t frenzied. His tight grip slid down to the base then returned to the head in a slow stroke.
Stepping closer, I took in his size. Long and thick—thicker than anything I’d ever seen—it still seemed profane to me. But my core clenched as I watched his big hands barely close around his shaft. What was it going to feel like to have that inside of me?
He turned his head toward me. I glanced up, briefly meeting his gaze before I refocused on his hands. He picked up the tempo, stroking faster and faster until he was thrusting into his palm.
My breathing was just as rapid as Azio’s when he covered himself with his other hand and came in a torrent.