“Now what?” I ask.
She shifts, now on her side, head propped on her hand. “Touch yourself,” she commands. “Let me see what you do when I’m not around.” She rolls onto her stomach, offering me a view of her ripe ass, practically begging to be touched. “C’mon,” she whispers, "I’ll show you what I do when I’m alone, missing you.”
I unbutton my pants. Leigh groans, her hips undulating as if we’re already joined. I’m captivated, unable to tear my gaze away. Soon, I forget what I’m supposed to be doing, lost in the sight of her parted lips, the little whimpers spilling from them.
“Does that feel good, baby?” I ask.
Her eyes close with a nod. “Y-yeah.”
“How wet are you?”
“Very.”
“Show me.”
Leigh stops dry humping the mattress, rolls over, and shimmies her cheeky blue panties down her thighs. She flings them across the room, gone as if they’d been erased from existence. Lying back, she parts her thighs, displaying just how wet and willing she is.
“Fuck. You’re a dream. Keep touching yourself,” I demand, my hands clenching into the sheets. It’s a painful torture knowing I can’t touch her.
Leigh gasps, slipping her hand between her legs. Her fingers trace up her slit before circling her swollen clit. She sighs as if I’m the one touching her, and I harden more. It’s fucking excruciating.
“With my eyes closed," Leigh breathes, her voice laced with a desperate edge, "it’s your fingers I feel, sliding inside me . . .”
My pants hit the floor, and Leigh’s moan is pure, unfiltered hunger. Her eyes lock on the glistening bead of precum clinging to my tip. “Oh, fuck,” she gasps, her fingers moving even faster.
“Shh, the walls are thin here,” I chastise, though I fucking love it.
I don’t want any of the other Blades hearing her like this. The sounds she makes are for my ears.
“S-sorry, I’m not used to being quiet unless you cover my mouth with your hand.”
I shake my head. The need to possess her, to consume her with every sense, is a tangible force. “You like it when I do that, Leigh?”
“Mm-hmm.”
She moves faster, spreading the wetness around as I grip myself and begin to jerk off. Her thighs are a mess, glistening with her own arousal as her slippery fingers disappearing completely inside her. Her breaths come faster, ragged and desperate, her chest heaving with each gasp.
I grit my teeth, the sight of her driving me wild. “Tell me, Leigh,” I growl, “Tell me how much you like it.”
She’s getting close, but I refuse to let her come alone.
“I love it,” she admits, the word a shaky exhale. “Gods, yes. It’s . . . it’s too much, even like this. I feel youwatchingme.”
My hips thrust up as she cries out, my muscles tensing with each movement, the bed creaking beneath me. “Wilder, I’m so close.”
“Fuck,” I growl. Leigh pants, and the sound sends shivers down my spine, and my dick twitches in my hand. I adjust my grip, focusing every last bit of my will into mirroring her rhythm.
Leigh watches me with nearly black eyes before she rolls over, face down on the blankets. Her hand is buried between her legs, one knee propped higher to spread herself wide. Her ass rises and falls as she writhes against the sheets, her back archingand neck straining. Her moans send jolts of pleasure through me, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. My blood rushes in my ears.
“Right there, just like that . . . yes, Wilder. Fuck, so good.” Her body bucks against the mattress, the sheets rustling with frantic abandon as she spirals closer to the edge, imaging it’s me fucking her rather than her hand. I let her cries wash over me, fueling my own desire, imagining every detail of her body beneath me.
I’m stroking myself raw as her ethereal curves drive me to the brink of insanity. I’d give anything to grab those hips and sink into her tight heat from behind, claiming her hard and deep the way I know she loves. The angle always hits just right. But I can’t, and she knows it. Her magic makes me watch, makes me ache to my core. That perfect ass bouncing on nothing when itshouldbe slamming back against me. It’s torture. I’m stuck with my unsatisfying grip while she smirks over her shoulder. Untouchable perfection.
“I like having your eyes on me,” she breathes.
“Better than my hands?”
Leigh’s limbs tremble, her thighs quivering. “N-no.”
