Because she couldn’t find her voice, Ava did the only thing she could think of. She accepted his offer.
He made her feel bold, and she wanted to exert some of that courage she’d been working to build, so she moved slowly, sliding her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pushing them down, along with her panties.
She watched Magnus’s face the entire time, saw the moment his attention shifted to see what she was doing. She also witnessed the gleam in his eyes, the way he drew his bottom lip in with his teeth. He wanted her, and while a few months ago that might’ve scared her, it didn’t now. It actually made her feel good, powerful. In control for the first time in her life.
“Take them all the way off,” Magnus whispered, his eyes meeting hers once again.
She held his stare, shoving her shorts down until she could kick them away. The amount of time it took felt like years, not seconds.
“Either take off your shirt or raise it over your tits.”
She felt a gush of warmth between her thighs at his gruff command. Ava pulled the formfitting tank top over her breasts, but she didn’t take it off. She wasn’t wearing a bra because the straps on the tank top were too narrow, and it had one of those built-in bra things. Not that she needed a bra at all. Her tits were small enough that she could get by without one.
“Pull your feet up, knees toward the ceiling.”
Ava wasn’t sure what he was getting her to do, but she followed his direction.
“Now, drop your knees outward.”
She slowly spread her knees apart, her left knee bumping his thigh as she did. The position put her most private parts on display, but it was the cool air caressing her sensitive flesh that made her gasp. The whisper of air over every inch of her made her tingle and had her nipples pebbling tightly. Had that been his intention? For her to experience the sensation? If it had, it worked, because she could feel the exquisite chill across her skin, and it heightened the arousal.
Magnus propped himself up on his elbow, resting his head on his hand. He didn’t move closer, didn’t reach for her, but now he had a better view of her intimate places.
“Now I want you to lightly tease your pussy with one finger.”
She swallowed a moan. For whatever reason, hearing him say pussy turned her on. She’d always been prim; even Harrison had expected her to be. But deep down, she’d wondered about the opposite side of that coin. What it would be like for a man to whisper dirty, raunchy things while he did them to her. A man who wouldn’t use her body against her but wanted to arouse and incite in equal measure.
Ava focused her eyes on Magnus’s corded neck as she did what he asked. She grazed her labia with her fingertip, circling her outer lips and enjoying the sensation. She continued to do that, gradually moving closer to her slick inner folds. When she did, she gasped from the sensation but didn’t stop teasing herself. She dragged her finger over her entrance, then higher toward her clit. She teased the nub briefly before sliding her finger back down and dipping the very tip inside herself.
“Are you wet?”
“A little,” she admitted.
She wasn’t sure when she’d started watching Magnus’s face again, but Ava was entranced by the way his eyes followed the trail of her finger.
“Keep touchin’ yourself,” he drawled. “And I want you to imagine it’s my finger, not yours.”
She took a slow breath in as she closed her eyes and tried to envision him touching her. Although she was all too aware that her touch wouldn’t be nearly as pleasurable as his, it worked. She could feel the slickness on her finger as she thought about Magnus’s big finger teasing over her flesh.
“Now show me what you do to get yourself off,” he instructed.
Ava turned her face toward the ceiling, keeping her eyes closed, as she began rubbing her clit, focusing all her attention on the sensitive nub. It felt good at first, but, like always, it soon felt more like a chore than sensual gratification.
“Ava.”
The way he said her name made her clit throb. She opened her eyes and peered over at him, her hand stilling.
His eyes were hooded and hot. “Let me do it for you.”
She nodded, her hand falling to her side.
“Whatever you do, don’t close your eyes. I want you to watch every single thing I do. And if you want me to stop, tell me to stop.”
She nodded again, propping her head up on his pillow as Magnus shifted closer.
He was fully dressed, but she could feel the warmth of his body beneath his clothes along her side. He wasn’t pressing up against her, but he was close enough she could smell that woodsy scent she loved so much and hear his deep, even breaths.
Ava dragged in a deep breath when his work-roughened fingertip caressed her hip. He reversed the move, using two fingers, a light whisper along her skin. And once more, sliding his knuckles along her thigh. He continued to touch her, gently, slowly, until her breaths were ragged and her pussy was clenching with need. But she didn’t say a word, didn’t look him in the eye as he brought her body roaring to life.
