“I don’t care that you didn’t shave. I think your body is beautiful in any state.”
He kneeled down and pressed his nose against the mound. His nose tickled against my hand as he inhaled.
“It smells like you,” he said.
His tongue licked up my exposed clit like it was the most delicious piece of ice cream he had ever tasted. My internal walls clamped together.
“It tastes like you,” he said.
Sebastianstood back up, his eyes on my opened clitas he said,“So perfect.”
Hecrossed his arms before commanding, “Now touch yourself.”
I glared at him, while I rubbed a finger against my clit. I felt so completely exposed. Soinexperienced. I wasn’t used to feeling that way.
“This is humiliating.”
He smiled.“You like being humiliated. In fact, you crave it,” he said.
“No, I don’t!” But my walls tightened as I denied it.
“You can’t hide anything from me. I see every twitch of your body, every ounce of liquid that pools out of you, the cute pink heat on your chest.”
I couldn’t argue with that, so I tried a different tactic.“This doesn’t even feel good, I don’t even know what I’m doing.”
“You want me to show you how a real man can get you off?”
I shrugged.
“Not good enough, you’re going to have to beg for it,” he said.
“I’m not begging you!”
“Do you want me to watch you fail to get yourself off all night? I don’t mind watching you fail over, and over again. It’s kind of cute that you don’t know how to do somethingso basic.”
His hand reached down to my clit, and he squeezed it hard. Pleasurebloomedfrom his touch. A second later, the pressure and pleasure was gone, and his arms were crossed again.
“Or you can beg me to use my skills. Your choice,” hesaid.
When I pressed into my clit, it felt like I was just rubbing a finger across the palm of my hands. Not painful, but not exactly orgasm inducing. How was he able to touch the exact same spot, and feelings of pleasure tingled up my spine?
“Just fucking do it.”
Chapter 38
Sebastianshook a finger at me, a smile growing on his face. “That doesn’t sound like begging to me,” he said.
“What do you want me to say?”
“Tell me you can’t even manage to get yourself off. That you desperately need me to helpyou.”
“I’m not fucking saying that.” I tried to rub harder against my clit, but it didn’t seem to work. “Can’t I just use the shower head?”
“Shower head, huh?” he mused, leaning back in his seat.“Is that how you usually do it?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing wrong with it. There’s just something about digging into a woman’sclitwith your fingers. Pinching that one sensitive part she didn’t even know she had.” His eyes darkened. “You lose something without the touch.”
