“I’m already in your fantasy. Now show me how you touch yourself when you think of me,” Sin whispers.
For once, his tone isn’t mocking.
A cloud shifts, and I get a glimpse of him. He’s shirtless and in a pair of dark sweats. My breath catches at how devastatingly attractive he looks. His hand moves to his pants, and he strokes himself once.
My core clenches. As much as I want him, it isn’t lost on me that Sin played a huge role in why I’m so wound up right now. He has far too much of a hold over me already, the way he drives me to the brink of madness. But maybe that can be a two-way street?
Embarrassment tries to claw its way to the surface, and I shove it away. “You can watch, but you don’t touch,” I order.
“Done,” Sin answers immediately.
Taking a breath, I center myself. There’s no room for insecurity right now. Sin and I are tied together, and after today, I have no doubt that there’s a sexual relationship building between us. One that I don’t want to be powerless in. If he wants to destroy me, I want the power to do the same to him.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slowly pull off my bralette. Sin’s eyes rake over my body, his gaze darkening.
I let my hands trace across my breasts, teasing at my nipples. They harden further, and I pinch them, a slight whimper escaping my lips.
“That’s it, kitten,” Sin coaxes, his voice sounding strained. “Show me what makes you purr.”
I lay back against the pillows so I still have a full view of him. My hand trails a path down my stomach. Knowing he’s here, watching, is making this so much more erotic. I can already feel myself dripping.
My fingers dip down further, and I spread my legs, completely baring myself.
Sin’s chest stops moving like he’s forgotten to breathe.
My fingers graze my clit, and I arch off the bed, the nub already overly sensitive. Sin steps closer, and I can clearly see the outline of his cock, straining against his pants.
“Don’t stop,” he whispers, his pupils blown as his gaze fixes on my pussy.
Emboldened by the fact that he’s getting turned on from watching me, I keep going. I let my fingers slip through my folds, coating them in the wetness there, before dipping a finger inside of me, moaning at the sensation.
“Fuck,” Sin whispers, sounding strangled.
I do it again, my hand grazing against my clit as I pull my finger out.
Another step, and Sin reaches the edge of my bed, his hands resting on the footboard. He looks starved as he watches me finger myself. I don’t stop and instead roll my hips to meet my hand, whimpering as the heat in my core continues to coil.
“Fuck. Add another finger for me, kitten,” Sin growls.
I pull my finger out slowly, letting him see the wetness coating it, before putting it in my mouth, sucking on it and a second digit.
Sin’s hands white-knuckle onto the footboard, and a sharp crack sounds as a piece of the wood snaps.
I ignore the destruction and open my thighs wider before adding the second finger.
“That’s my good girl,” Sin breathes.
My body heats under his praise, and I work myself harder, refusing to look away from him. I trail my other hand down my stomach to start circling my clit, and my breathing becomes erratic, getting even closer to the edge.
“That’s it, you’re so fucking close. One more, baby. Add one more finger,” Sin coaxes, his voice breathless.
I slip another finger in, stretching myself wide. I finger myself faster, drawing out a moan from my lips.
“Fuck, yes, kitten. Just like that. You’re doing so good. Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop,” Sin urges, and my body feels like it might combust.
I reach up to pinch at my nipple just as my fingers thrust into me. I whimper, so close I might snap.
“Now, kitten, come for me,” Sin demands, and I explode.
