“You don’t have to just watch.” It comes out in a pant, voice trembling but real. I want to see him. Ineedto.
His eyes darken. He drags the chair from the side of the room closer, sitting just to the side of the bed. Then, slowly, deliberately, he unzips his pants and frees himself.
He’s already hard, my eyes widen.
Watching him wrap a hand around his cock while his gaze stays locked to where my fingers move over my clit—it lights something in me I didn’t know I needed. Not just the want, but thecontrol.I’m letting him see me, but I’m the one choosing it.
Tex groans, low and guttural. “Jesus, Isobel.” He squeezes his cock, liquid shining at the tip.
My name in his mouth makes me shiver. Goosebumps pepper my skin from the heat of his stare.
Tex groans under his breath, his hand tightening around himself. I clench, wanting to feel him between my thighs. I moan louder than I mean to.
His reaction is instant: a stuttered breath, a ragged curse. “Wait.”
I freeze.
“Take your hand out.”
I obey.
He moves closer, his chair next to the bed, his hard cock jutting out towards me. My pussy aches. My legs are still spread to him. He movesslowly, his hand touching my panties, feeling the wetness. I inhale sharply as my clit throbs. I want him to touch me.
He moves my underwear to the side and his eyes darken as he looks at me.
“That for me?” he asks, voice thick. “All that… Is that because ofme?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He groans, fisting his dick and I whimper.
“Good girl.” He sits back, and I slide my hand back between my thighs.
His hand moves back to his cock as his eyes lock with my fingers. I watch him as his hand strokes up and down his shaft, how he circles the head. My fingers move faster; I feel like I’m dripping.
“Was this how you looked last night?” he asks, voice rough as his pace quickens matching me. “Were you this desperate for me?”
I nod, circling harder, my breath hitching.
“Answer me,” he growls out.
“Yes, Tex.” i moan.
He lets out a low, strangled noise, and his movements speed up as I work myself faster. My body is humming, on fire, every nerve lit up like I’ve never felt before. It’s not just the pleasure—it’s the power from seeing what I do to him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he growls. “Strong. Brave.Mine.”
Tex watches like he’s memorizing me. Like I’m something sacred and precious all at once.
The sound I make is halfway between a moan and a gasp. I’m so close, and when he leans in just a little more, eyes burning into mine.
“Let me see you, Isobel,” he grunts.
I tip over the edge with a cry, my body trembling as I fall apart. My back arches, my toes curl and I stare into his eyes.
He follows moments later with a deep groan, chest heaving, jaw clenched as he spills into his hand.
We sit there, nothing but the sound of ragged breathing. The silence thick but not awkward. The air is heavy with the scent of desire and something deeper—something that feels like understanding.
