Sheila snorted, and he snickered at her before he schooled his face.
“I’m serious,” he said. “Hands to yourself. Or better yet, hands on yourself.”
Her confusion must have shown.
“Touch yourself, baby. Since you’re tender but needy, this might be the best way to get you off without making it worse.”
Sheila’s heart swelled at the concerned expression he wore.
“Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good. Bring yourself pleasure. Please,” he added hoarsely.
Derek’s eager gaze followed her hands. She stroked the soft skin of her inner thigh and trailed her fingers up to her still-dripping cunt. While her excitement had dialed down a bit as they spoke, his intense stare puckered her nipples. As he stared, she dipped her fingertips into her pussy—okay, yeah, it was pretty sore—and coated her fingers in her wetness.
His eyes shone with a fevered brightness as she stretched her thighs wider to give him a better view. Her fingers casually circled her sensitive clit. She groaned with relief. At last, her needy pussy got some of the attention it clamored for, and her excitement blazed back to full force.
This wasn’t the first time she’d masturbated for him, but it was different. Stronger. More intense. It felt more intimate, despite the possibility that Alexander might pop up at any time and disturb this oddly private moment.
Her fingers fell into a familiar pattern as she frantically rubbed the tight bundle of nerves between her legs. Sweat broke out on her forehead, and her breasts swelled as her excitement rose.
Neither of them spoke, but the sounds of their excited gasps and groans filled the air. Sheila looked at Derek and saw him squeeze the base of his engorged cock.
Derek’s enthusiasm ratcheted up Sheila’s arousal even further. Unfortunately, she always had a hard time bringing herself to orgasm with just her fingers. Loneliness was only part of why she had so many toys at home. Her muscles tensed, but her orgasm remained elusive, dancing just out of reach.
“What’s the matter?” Derek’s gentle voice swirled over her skin like a kiss.
“How did you know?” she asked in surprise.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he countered. “What do you need?”
“I can’t come,” she wailed.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I can’t make myself come with just my hands.”
“Oh,” he said. “Oh! Should I grab our toy, or are you too sensitive for that?”
Remembering the intensity of the panty vibrator Derek used on her at the restaurant, she involuntarily cringed.
Derek laughed. “Okay, that’s a ‘no,’ I take it.”
She whimpered, and he stroked her arm.
“We’ll figure something out, baby. Don’t worry.”
Sheila relaxed under his gentle ministrations until Derek reached out and licked one of her nipples. She jolted at the sensation.
Derek groaned as he swirled his tongue around her areola.
“Touch yourself,” he whispered before he sucked her nipple into his hot, eager mouth.
He settled in beside her on the bed. Derek used his mouth, lips, and tongue to drive her wild, and she stroked her pussy faster.
“That’s it, baby. You’re such a good girl, trying to come for me. You are trying to come for me, aren’t you?” he asked.
He pulled on one of her nipples while he bit gently on the other one. Sheila groaned her agreement. Her fingers flew around her clit as her orgasm built higher once again.
But just like before, it always danced away as she approached. She was beyond turned on. Her body was primed to come, and she wanted to please Derek so badly, but she just couldn’t cross the finish line.
