“Wanna touch?” I ask, my voice hoarse. “Feel how hard it is?”
Feel how much I want you?
Her tits heave, her nipples taut, poking through the soft cloth of her blouse. Jesus, this girl. Does she even know how hot she is?
“Over the clothes?” she asks.
“As you like.” I guide her hand between my legs, spread them more to give her better access and place it over my hard-on.
She shudders. I stifle a groan. She’s leaning forward, staring down at her hand, her dainty little hand splayed over my big cock. The way she’s pushing down, through the thin material of the sweats, the shape of my balls and dick is perfectly outlined.
Letting out a slow breath, I lean back. Breathe in, breathe out. Don’t come. Don’t fucking come.
Don’t scare her away.
“Does it feel good?” Her voice is low and trembly. I can’t look away from her tits to see her expression. “Like this?”
“It’d feel much better if we were naked,” I grumble.
She pulls her hand back. “Seth…”
I close my eyes tightly at the loss of her touch. “So now you know what it feels to touch a guy’s erection.”
She shifts on the mattress. I peek under my lashes at her. She’s not running away yet. She seems, in fact, sort of pleased with what she’s done.
Damn.
“So, there’s a lot of things you and your boyfriend can do without actual fucking.” I clear my throat, my voice inexplicably thick. “Without intercourse.”
“I understood what you meant.” A faint smile tugs at her mouth, and I drink in the sight, dazed.
“Right. Touching is a big part of it.”
“You sound like you have lots of experience.”
I shrug. Not really. “It’s not the amount of experience that counts. It’s the quality.”
She nods. “Okay. So now what?”
“Do you ever touch yourself?”
She flinches. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“And if I do?”
Fuck. Me. “Show me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because it’s hot, and then I’ll show you what a guy wants to see.”
I see understanding flash in her eyes. Also nervousness, fear, and shame.
Uh-uh, none of that. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, putting the truth in my voice, hoping she’ll hear it. “You got nothing to be ashamed of. Every part of you is beautiful. Touching yourself, giving yourself pleasure is goddamn beautiful. Remember that.”
She slips her hand between her legs, and my mouth goes dry. Would she do this for any guy? Or is it only for me?
Stop thinking, Seffers, and pay attention.
To her bent legs, parting on my bed, her hand sliding down between them to rest over her silky black panties, on the mound of her pussy. Her fingers twitch, then they pull back and slip under the thin black cloth, disappearing.
A moan leaves her lips, and I can’t take my eyes off her hand, the small, circling movement barely visible under her panties as she teases her clit.
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?”
She nods and I almost come on the spot.
Fuck, I’m so hard I’m damn uncomfortable. I press down on my hard-on, trying to ease some of the pressure.
Then her hands are there, tugging on the waistband of my sweats. Fucking Jesus. I let her have her way, lifting my hips so she can pull the pants down.
Which leaves me in my boxer briefs with a monstrous tent in the front and her face dangerously close to it.
She puts her hand over my hard-on like before and I hiss. The muscles in my stomach contract and my dick twitches.
“It’s wet,” she whispers. “Why?”
Fuck yeah, I’m leaking like a faucet, drenching my briefs. “Because it feels good.”
Something passes over her face, a subtle shift, and she lifts both hands to the top of my briefs. She tugs them down.
Oh man. Things are moving fast. The thin cotton catches on my cock, making me moan, and then it’s off.
My dick springs free, slapping my stomach wetly, wringing another moan from my chest.
Shit. Oh God.
And then her hand closes around the base and my hips arch up.
“Fuck!”
“Feels good?” she asks.
Is she serious? “Fuck, yeah.”
“How do you do it? How do men do it?”
I put my hand over hers. “Just… move. Squeeze.”
The words catch in my throat when she does just that. Fuuuuck. I can’t help it, I rock my hips, pushing my dick into her grip.
“Like this?”
I don’t have breath to reply. Can’t remember why we’re doing this, but thank fuck we are.
Almost there. Everything in my body clenches tight, the pressure bending me in two.
“Should I stop?”
Yes. No. Can’t stop.
Gritting my teeth, I move her hand on my cock, up, down, guide it to the small slit on the crown. It’s completely wet, and her touch there makes me shiver. This is so good. I rub it up and down, making the hold more slippery, and…