I didn’t even know what I wanted to say, but he’s reading off my body language. He knows what I need, but he also knows that this is complicated.
“I know I keep saying we can’t… but I need… I can’t do it on my own… I tried, but it won’t work.”
He reaches for my ankles and drags me down the bed, then passes his fingers through my hair, combing them into place. “I won’t touch you, Em. But I’ll make you come. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, I want that. But how? If you won’t touch me?”How can he possibly give me an orgasm without even laying a hand on me?
He smirks and grabs the hem of his shirt, peeling it off his body. My eyes hood as I lick my lips.Fuck, I’m so horny, I just want to touch him, lick him.I stretch a hand toward him, wanting to glide my fingers over his chest and abs.
He grabs my wrist before I have time to make contact. “No touching for you, either. Now take off your pants.”
I whine and drop my hand, but I comply, removing my pajama pants quickly and kicking them to the side. I’ve never been shy when it comes to showing skin. I’m not a conceited person, but I know I have a great body.
He then removes his sweatpants, letting them hit the floor and stepping out of them. My eyes zone onto his erection that springs free, bobbing a few times before rising back to the sky. He grabs onto his meaty shaft and strokes slowly. His thumb comes up to the purple head and swipes the beads of precum, spreading them all over.
I want to taste him.
I inch forward, the desire to feel him in my mouth taking over, but he takes a step back. “No. Take off your shirt and panties. Now.”
I reluctantly do as he says and remove my camisole, my hair falling back down once it’s passed my head, and I hear a deep groan as I shake it out. When I look up, Greyson has his eyes closed and looks pained.
“Fuck, Bunny. I didn't think this through.” He opens one eye, and it focuses on my breasts.
I look down at them and giggle. My breasts aren’t huge like Cecilia’s, but they’re still a nice handful with dark rosy nipples. “I can cover them back up if you want?”
“Don’t you dare.” He glares.
Lying down on my back with my knees bent, I reach for the thin sides of my black thong and lift my hips to push it down my thighs, then kick it off at his feet.
He bends and picks it up. “I’m keeping this.” He throws it over to his shirt and pants.
“Like you kept the first ones?” I lift a brow with a knowing smirk. I never did find that underwear, which is why I suspected he kept it.Men and their fetishes.
He chuckles as his eyes roam my body. “I'm starting a pretty bunny collection. You’ll have to hand over the last ones as well if I want the complete set.”
This is the first time we’ve seen each other fully naked, and I like what I see. I think he does too, with the way he can’t keep his eyes off me and hasn’t stopped stroking himself.
“I want you to touch yourself, but keep your eyes on me, Bunny. Don’t use your imagination this time, use what you see. Start with your tits, play with them.”
I stay lying down and grab my breasts with both hands, squeezing them, then run my fingertip around my nipples, pinching and pulling slightly.
“Harder.”
I whimper as I pinch them harder, closing my eyes and letting the sensation overtake me.
“Emma. Don’t make me spank you,” he growls.
I force my eyes open and tilt my head to the side to look at what he’s doing, the way his hand moves along his length with ease. I lick my lips, my throat dry and in deep need of some creamy substance.
“Such a good Bunny, now bring one of your hands down between your legs. Rub your clit slowly,” he instructs in a husky voice, his chest moving up and down with each heavy breath.
I trail one hand down to the junction of my leg, passing once between my still wet and swollen lips, coating my fingers in my arousal. I then bring my middle fingertip to my sensitive nub, rubbing little circles over and around as I bite my lip and moan.
It feels so good.Having him watch me pleasure myself makes me wetter than before.Maybe he’s right, this could work.
“That’s it. Fuck, I can see you dripping.” His hand picks up speed as he strokes up and down.
I continue my movements between my legs while pulling and pinching my nipple with my other hand. It’s a beautiful kind of torture.I just wish he was doing it instead.With his free hand, he pushes my knees wider apart and steps onto the bed, kneeling between them.
