“You start slowly by teasing me with your fingers. But I want more. I want your mouth.”
Fuck.
I bit the insides of my cheeks to stop myself from groaning, not wanting to disturb the moment. Pulling off my shirt, I discarded it on the floor as I kept watching her fingers work, circling her clit.
“Do I feel good, Scott?” I asked, voice husky with want.
“So good.”
I unbuckled my belt and pulled my trousers and boxers off, allowing my erection to spring free.
“What else are you thinking?” I pressed.
She bit her lip and tipped her head back against the pillows. “I imagine your cock inside me.”
Her fingers disappeared inside of her pussy and slid in and out. Scott’s other hand played with her clit. I’d never felt so worked up by just watching someone pleasure themselves, but she looked like a piece of art laying on the bed, and it was all thanks to me.
The mattress dipped beneath my weight as I climbed onto the bed. Scott’s eyes opened, and she pulled her hands away from herself.
“Don’t stop,” I told her.
My hands pushed her knees further apart to give me a better view of her glistening pussy. The scent of her arousal made me ache, but I’d given her my terms. I wanted to watch her lose herself before I had my fill.
Scott’s hands trailed back down her body, dipping into herself again and making me groan at the sight. She let out a laugh, finding pleasure, knowing the effect she had on me.
Pulling her finger out of herself, Scott said, “I want you to touch me.”
I leaned over her, bracing a hand by her shoulder. Her eyes were heavy with lust and desire.
“No,” I declined her request.
Her brow furrowed, and I suppressed a laugh.
“You don’t get what you want until I get what I want,” I explained.
“Fuck you, Gray.”
“Which is exactly what you want, so —”
I grabbed her hand and guided it back down to the middle of her legs. Her fingers once again brushed at her clit and I released her hand to let her work on herself, leaning back so I could take in the view. Her free hand went to her breast while the other dipped lower until it was inside her again.
“I imagine your rough hands all over my body,” she told me.
“Do you like it rough?”
Scott writhed against the sheets as she pleasured herself. If I could bring her this much pleasure when she imagined me, I looked forward to seeing what she was like when I finally touched her. But for now, she could work for it. After all, she’d made me do the same.
Reaching out a hand, I stroked her inner thigh, coaxing a moan from her lips.
“Do I tease you, Scott?”
I leaned down and kissed the inside of the opposite thigh.
“I don’t think you can help yourself,” she whispered.
My fingers inched upwards, stopping short of her core, and Scott bucked her hips in an effort to feel my touch where she ached. Finding no relief, she pushed her head back into the pillows and continued to rub herself.
“Please, Gray,” she moaned.
