"Fuck, you're perfect," I muttered, dipping my head to take one nipple into my mouth.
She cried out, her hands flying to my head, her fingers tangling in my waves as I sucked and licked and teased.
"Romelo, please," she whimpered, her hips rolling against me, seeking relief.
"Please what?" I asked, switching to her other breast, giving it the same attention.
"Touch me," she begged. "Please."
"I am touching you," I teased, my hands sliding up her sides, over her ribs, cupping her breasts.
"Not there," she said, breathless and frustrated. "Lower."
I smirked against her skin. "You gotta tell me exactly what you want, Juicy. Use your words."
She let out a frustrated groan, but she obeyed. "Touch my pussy, Romelo. Please."
"That's my girl," I praised, my hands moving to the waistband of her pajama shorts.
I hooked my fingers under the elastic and pulled them down—slowly, deliberately, letting the anticipation build. She lifted her hips to help me, and I slid the shorts and her panties down her legs, letting them pool on the floor.
Now she was completely naked, perched on my kitchen island, legs spread, pussy glistening in the low light.
"Goddamn," I breathed, taking a step back just to look at her. "You're fuckin’ beautiful."
She blushed, trying to close her legs, but I stopped her with a hand on each thigh, holding her open.
"Don't hide from me," I said firmly. "I want to see all of you."
She bit her lip, nervous but compliant, and let me look my fill.
Her pussy was pretty—bare, pink, already wet. I could see her clit peeking out from between her folds, swollen and begging for attention.
"You ever touch yourself with someone else watching, aside from the shit that happened on the camera, when you were on the pole?" I asked, my eyes locked on hers.
She nodded, her cheeks flushing deeper.
"Show me."
Her eyes widened. "What?"
"Show me how you touch yourself," I repeated. "I want to see."
"Romelo, that's?—"
"Do it, Synthia," I commanded, my voice leaving no room for argument.
Slowly, hesitantly, she reached down between her legs. Her fingers trembled slightly as they made contact with her clit, and she let out a soft gasp.
"That's it," I encouraged, watching intently as she began to rub slow circles. "Just like that."
She closed her eyes, her head falling back, her breathing becoming more labored as she pleasured herself in front of me.
It was the sexiest fucking thing I'd ever seen.
"Open your eyes," I said. "Look at me."
She obeyed, her eyes meeting mine, heavy-lidded and glazed with lust.
