I tuck my finger into her waistband and trace the curve of her hip. She gasps.
I dip my head towards hers, brushing her ear with my lips. “How did it feel?” My hand creeps lower, to the tender crease of her thigh. “Did you touch yourself? In my room, wearing my shirt?”
“Angus.” The way she says my name sets my balls to aching. “We can’t.”
“I think what you mean is that we shouldn’t.”
“Same thing.” She pulls back.
I still. I won’t push her. Not if she doesn’t want me the way I want her. “Is everything okay?” I ask her carefully.
“Your family…” she starts. “My family…”
“Everyone has gone to bed, London. There’s no one here but us.” I look at her seriously. “But if you want to stop, we can stop.”
“I don’t,” she whispers.
“Don’t what?” I let myself drift back towards her.
“Don’t want to stop.”
I cup the back of her neck and draw her in for a long, lingering kiss. Fuck, she tastes good on my lips.
“Good. Then sit down, take off those teasing-as-fuck trousers and spread your legs for me.”
She sinks down, her eyes never leaving mine, and slowly pulls off the joggers. I drink her in: the dip of her waist, her long thighs, hips I want to sink my fingers into.
“Now lie back down.”
Rowan blushes. “I like it when you tell me what to do.”
I smirk. “That’s because you’re a good lass. Now lie down and spread your legs.”
She follows my orders, lying back on the sofa. I stand over her, admiring her, drinking her in. “Lift up your top.”
Her pussy glistens between her thighs. The shirt slides up, revealing the swell of her breasts. She’s ripe, ready, like a summer peach, and I want to bite into her, feel her juices on my chin. But I hold myself back, savouring her. Letting myself enjoy every second.
“Touch yourself.”
Rowan hesitates, biting her lip.
I sink to my knees, bringing our heads in line. “Have you never touched yourself in front of someone else before?”
She shakes her head. “Ethan never… It wasn’t like this, between us.”
I take her hand in mine and guide it to her centre, my eyes never leaving hers. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
“Why?” Her fingers hover by her pussy, but her breath is coming short.
I toy with her nipples as I answer, rolling them between my fingers, enjoying the way she arches into my touch as they harden into stiff peaks. “Because it turns me on.” I give both nipples a harder tug, and Rowan’s eyes half-lid as she holds backa moan. “And because it shows me what you like. I want to learn you inside and out, everything you enjoy, everything you want. I want to make this so good for you, you can never play with yourself without seeing my face. Now, are you going to be good for me?”
She nods, her fingers disappearing between her folds. I watch carefully, as she makes slow circles around her clit, playing with her nipples all the while. Her movements grow looser, less self-conscious, and she gives herself to the pleasure between her legs. When she’s almost panting, I move her hand away, replacing it with my mouth, moaning into her as I taste her on my tongue.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
I slide a finger into her, and watch her writhe on it, pumping in and out in time with my lapping tongue.
“More.”
