“So, you want me to...” I trailed off.
“Show me,” he said, voice rasping. “Show me what you do when you’re alone and thinking about me.”
I glanced at the toy and then back at Ben.
He wasn’t mad. Or frustrated. Or defensive. He was giving me that annoying cocky grin of his, eager as always.
“And you’ll... watch?”
“Is that what you want, princess? Do you want to put on a show for me?”
Warmth flushed over my entire body at the thought of his eyes on me while I made myself come. His fingers trailed down my ribs, and heat crawled up my spine. I nodded, my eyes fixed on his.
He flashed me a big grin.
“You can watch, but you can’t touch,” I said, sounding more sure of myself as I wiggled out of my dress and tossed it and my bra to my floor.
“Where do you want me?” he asked, red creeping up the back of his neck.
I pointed to the chair positioned in front of the window, facing the bottom of my bed. He would have a perfect view.
I grabbed my dildo and leaned back against the stack of pillows, teasing my entrance before inserting the pink toy inch by inch, sighing as it filled me up.
Ben moaned from the chair, eyes focused on the way I was working the toy in and out of my core in slow, languid strokes. Lazily. Letting myself relax as I played alone.
I closed my eyes, but I still felt Ben’s eyes on me. The idea of him sitting there, intent on my little performance, was doing things to me.
Really, really nice things.
I groaned as I worked the wand deeper, angling it to hit my g-spot.
“Fuck, Eve.”
My eyes snapped open, pinning Ben with my heated stare. His hands were clutching the arm of the chair to keep from gripping his cock.
“Your pussy looks so pretty filled up like that.” His voice cracked with strain.
I gave him a sultry smile and withdrew the wand, my walls fluttering at the loss. I replaced it with my fingers, gliding them over my clit as I observed him. “Do you enjoy watching me?”
His eyes raked over my body, searing a trail along my skin. I slid my other hand over my breast, pinching my nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Ben nodded.
“Yes,” he choked out, squirming in his seat.
“Show me how much you like watching me like this,” I said, my voice husky as I licked off my wet fingers. “Touch yourself.”
He groaned as he fisted his cock, stroking himselfin a slow rhythm.
I watched him as I reinserted my wand, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, forearms flexing as he pumped himself. A gentle buzz filled the room as I switched the vibration of the wand on.
“What do you think about when you touch yourself like this?” he rasped.
“Right now, I’m thinking about what it felt like when you let me tie your hands above your head and ride your cock, taking what I wanted from you.”
The soft-tipped prongs vibrated on my clit, and my body tightened, coiling into a tight ball.
He grunted, thrusting into his fist faster now. “You can always take what you want from me, princess. I’ll give you whatever you want. Whatever you need.”
