“Just lay back, close your eyes, and relax. I know we agreed to no funny stuff, but you’re clearly on edge and need a release.” The look in his eyes, like he was imagining everything he would do to me if I just gave him the go, had the air rushing from my lungs. “I agreed not to touch you, so you’re going to touch yourself while I read your book to you.”
He settled under the covers, propping himself onto one elbow as he faced me.
Oh, Jesus.I was turned on to the point of no return.
“I can’t…there’s no way to relax. This is…” My voice trailed off uselessly.
“Adelaide. Stop. Just turn your brain off. Stop worrying about the future. Hell, stop worrying about the next hour. Close your eyes and relax.”
Damn, when did he get so bossy? And why do I like it so much?
Oliver reached over and grabbed my wrist, trailing it down my body and under the waistband of my shorts. I could feel the heat emanating from my pussy.
“Oliver! What…”
He placed a finger over my mouth to cut me off. “I’m not going to tell you again. Just listen and go back where you were before I walked in.”
Who does he think he is?I couldn’t admit to him that I couldn’t go back to where I just was because it was here, in our old world. I couldn’t possibly finger myself to the thought of Oliver with him laying right next to me.Could I?
“Oliver,” I whispered.
He shook his head and I closed my mouth. He began to read and I laid there, my hand over my wet pussy, not moving even a millimeter. Was I actually going to do this? Could I just turn my mind off and let myself find some release from everything?
He stopped reading. “Do I need to instruct you on how to do that? Or do I need to do it myself?”
Oh, fuck no.
Wait…
Did I want that? Would it be better if I let Oliver get me off instead of doing whatever this was?
I don’t know.
My brain was swirling, a mess of confusion and desire.
Fuck it. Goodnight, brain. Hello, hormones.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Tell me what to do.”
His feral grin was back. “Slide your finger inside yourself.”
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and slid my finger inside myself, pushing in and out. It was hard to ignore the soft noise it made as I moved faster. Fuck, it felt amazing.
“Are you doing it?” he asked.
I bit my lip and nodded. “Mhm.” I used my free hand to push the comforter down so that he could see my hand moving inside of my shorts.
“Fuck…” he breathed. “Now play with your clit, nice and slow.”
I pulled my finger out and brought it up to rub small, swift circles around that most sensitive point and flicked it just a little.
“Mmm.” I accidentally let out.
“Don’t hold back anything. I want to hear how good it feels.”
I opened my eyes and looked over to him. He was biting his lip, and his breathing had picked up, his eyes blazing with want. I felt a bit bad for him, knowing that he was just watching and not having as much fun as I was.
“Keep going,” he commanded, his voice deep and husky.
