I didn’t tell Elowyn that I would be home early again. In fact, I didn’t actually have any work to do that day, but I left the house anyway, my chest tight with the hope that I would come back to stumble upon what I had seen yesterday.
It was dark now, the quiet of the house pressing down on me as I crept back inside. My pulse roared in my ears, every step toward the bedroom twisting my stomach tight. The house was barely lit, shadows stretching across the walls like they were alive. Elowyn was nowhere to be seen, and that small emptiness gnawed at me, making my chest ache.
I moved closer to the dimly lit bedroom, muscles coiled and tense, every sense hyperaware of her presence or absence.
Then I saw her.
She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on mine, steady and unflinching. My breath caught in my throat. I didn’tsay anything. I didn't need to. I just waited, feeling the pull of her gaze like gravity, feeling the heat of want crawling up my spine.
She stood slowly, deliberately, and my chest tightened with every movement. My hands itched to reach for her, to pull her into me, but I stayed frozen, caught in the impossibility of waiting.
She grabbed the hem of her camisole and let it fall to the floor. The soft fabric whispered against the wood, and my heart hammered so loud I was sure she could hear it.
Then her hands slid to the sides of her underwear, hooking her thumbs, and she slowly shimmied them down her long, thick legs. My pulse spiked, and a low groan threatened to escape. The sight of her, the deliberate unveiling, made my control slipped, just a fraction—enough to damn me.
Every instinct screamed for me to move, and I didn’t. Every part of me wanted to close the distance between us, to touch her, to claim her in that quiet, burning moment.
Her eyes met mine, and something deep inside me clenched. There was fire there, a confidence blazing in them as she looked at me, unafraid, daring me even. My chest ached at the sight, a strange, sharp pull that made my pulse stutter.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come home,” she whispered softly.
Gods, her voice—seductive, coaxing, a whisper meant to unravel me. My throat tightened, my hands twitching at my sides, but I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. She had the power to render me mute with just a look.
She turned, facing the bed.
“You enjoyed watching me.”
The words sliced through me, making my cock twitch painfully. I felt my body betray me as her intentions became crystal clear.Then I nodded.
“Let me give you a better show.”
She glanced over her shoulder, that pretty, teasing smile of hers igniting something feral in me. Then she leaned face-first onto the bed, ass high, wet cunt on full display. My stomach clenched, and I had to swallow hard to keep from groaning. My hands itched to reach out, to touch her, to devour her with my eyes and hands.
I inhaled sharply at the sight, heat pooling low in my stomach.
She moved her hand up the inside of her thigh, rubbing her clit, slow, deliberate.
“Fuck.” She sighed softly as her fingers circled, teasing herself.
I felt my cock harden instantly, hot and unrelenting. My knees weakened, my focus narrowed, and every rational thought fled my mind.
Her gasp when she plunged two fingers into herself made my body tense, my jaw clench. I needed to be closer. Every part of me was screaming to move, to reach her. I stepped forward, eyes roaming greedily from her pussy, up her round ass, over her tattooed back, and finally to her face. She stared at me, unflinching, daring me to give in.
Gods, she was fucking beautiful.
I couldn’t hold back. I spun toward the chair in the corner, dragging it directly in front of her, my heart hammering in my chest, veins pulsing with desire. I sank into it, captivated entirely by her.
Every movement she made, every little moan, every press of her fingers into herself—my body mirrored it, twitching, straining, desperate. The room was filled only with the sound of her arousal, my heavy breathing, and the rhythm of her fingers. My cock throbbed painfully with every circling, every fast, hard movement she made.
Fuck. I was losing myself.
I tugged my tunic off and undid my trousers, pulling them down just enough to free myself. My hand moved down mylength, and a low moan escaped me, raw and unrestrained. Heat pooled in my stomach, tight and electric, and my chest throbbed as I let myself feel every sensation.
Elowyn removed her hand and flipped over, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes immediately dropped to my cock, and something wild stirred inside me. Need, hunger, a frantic desire I could barely control. She watched with curiosity. I lifted my hand and licked it, trying to get wetness so my strokes could be faster, my mind spinning with the thought of her. I wanted to run my fingers through her wetness and use that but I could watch, not touch.
She leaned back and lifted her feet to the bed, spreading her legs so her needy pussy was on display again—but now I could see her face too. My breath hitched. Every detail of her, the curve of her hips, the flush of her skin, the way she looked at me, set my chest pounding.
"Touch yourself. I want to see you cum again."
