"Shh, I like to watch. Not to listen."
I close my mouth, slide my bare ass all the way on the table, and stare at my closed legs. Willing them to open, but they won't.
"Do I have permission to help you, Sabrina?"
"Umm–"
"I promised you I would just watch, but if I'm going to help you, I'm going to have to touch you a little."
"Okay," I hesitate.
"Do you trust me?"
"I think so."
He walks over, pushes one of the chairs out of the way, and settles on his knees in front of me. He places his strong hands on my thighs and slowly pulls them apart. Almost rolling his eyes towards the back of his head when he does.
"Fuck," he groans. "You're already soaking wet."
His hands stay on my thighs as he waits for me to lean back and support myself on the table. Once I do he lets go, stands up, and steps back.
"I've never seen anything or anyone more magnificent than you, Miss White."
I crack a small smile, because I believe him. I believe Saint when he tells that I'm the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
"Do you masturbate, Sabrina?"
"Um, yes."
"With your hands or a vibrator?"
"A vibrator."
"I'd like for you to try with your hands today. I want to make you feel good, but I promised not to touch you. So you're going to have to do all the work today, okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm going to talk to you a little to help you get started."
I don't say anything else. My nerves starting to get the best of me.
"The key to bringing yourself to climax by your own hand is to imagine that it's my hand doing the work, because essentially it is. I'd start by stroking you softly back and forth across your clit. Lightly. Not a lot of pressure. Just enough so you know that I'm there. That's it. Keep a rhythm going."
I follow Saint's instructions, but I can't get out of my own head. I'm just going through the motions. I stop for a second in frustration. I want to be this carefree, sexual person with him. I can only imagine what types of women he's used to, but maybe that's half of the problem. I'm overthinking everything when it comes to him.
He notices me struggling.
"I'm going to come a little closer to you. Back where I was. On my knees in front of you. All right?"
"All right."
"Put your hand back onmypussy."
Oh my God.
"That's it. Back and forth over your clit, Sabrina."
He starts blowing softly between my legs.
