I release a shaky breath. “First, I like to touch myself.”
The color of his eyes shifts like the ocean before a storm, the light blue color quickly turning darker from his dilating pupils. “I said toshowme.”
My fingers grip on to the sheets.
Are you really going to do this?
One night won’t change things between us. At least not unless I let it, and I don’t plan on making that mistake again.
“Lana,” he says with a strained voice, attempting to pull me away from my thoughts.
Just let go for a single night.
My eyes shut as I stroke my belly. The tips of my fingers run back and forth across the smooth flesh, tickling the skin until my muscles loosen. It’s not until my heart begins to race that I travel past my ribs, straight toward my breasts.
I can feel his eyeseverywhere. It fuels the fire burning within me, feeding it until I’m squirming on the bed as I tease myself.
“God. The way you look right now makes me wish…” He bites back a groan before blowing on the nipple closest to him, catching me by surprise.
“Makes you wish what?” I press.
“That you would let me touch you.”
I’m careful not to let my hands get too close to my nipples, instead focusing on traveling around the circumference of my breast first. Each pass gets me closer to the peak. “What would you do if you could?”
Cal curses under his breath. “Worship your body with my hands and lips until you’re crying for my cock.”
I huff. “You always were a tease.”
“Says the woman who has her dripping cunt on display for my personal torture.”
I spread my legs wider, earning another pained grunt from him. Cal leans forward and blows against the tip of my other nipple in retribution.
My back bows, my chest inching closer to his mouth.
His deep chuckle makes goose bumps explode across my skin. “Just say the words and I’ll take over.”
“No.” I try to sound strong, but my answer comes out like a broken whisper.
“Are you sure?” Cal’s breathing grows heavier. “Because I’d love take you into my mouth until you’re writhing beneath me, with your back arched and your pussy grinding against my thigh, soaking it with your need.”
I can picture it vividly. Cal would press his knee into me, encouraging me to prove how much I want him by seeking my own release on his thigh. He always liked making me work for my pleasure. The gentleness he usually shows me outside of the bedroom would be gone, replaced by a wildness he keeps on a tight leash.
I hope you know what you’re doing.
The more I’m reminded of our connection, the stronger my doubt grows.
Regret this later.
My lower half throbs with the need formore. I grab the vibrator only to have it stolen right out of my hands.
“Use your hand first.” He slides off the bed, walking around the end before lying between my legs.
Fuck.
I tease my clit and drag my hand back and forth from my entrance, using my arousal to my advantage.
My finger dips inside, pumping slowly.