Her eyes widened. I’d shocked her—had she just been humoring me?
“You first. What do you want to see?” Her voice was smooth as warmed honey as she turned the question on me.
My leg bounced as I let my gaze rove over her. She leaned back on her palms and stretched her legs out in front of her.
Her eagerness made this seem like a marvelous idea—like she’d just proposed we have tea or go to the market.
Blood rushed to my groin, and my hands fisted the thick blankets at my sides.
“I want you to take off your tunic,” I hesitantly instructed.
With the faintest of smirks, she reached down and peeled the wool over her head with tantalizing slowness. My breath caught in the back of my throat as I realized she wore no garments underneath. Her nipples pebbled, and her skin looked so smooth that I almost lost myself to the urge to reach out for her.
“Now will you do as I say, pet, and promise not to be terribly awkward after this?”
I’d jump off a cliff if she asked me to.
My erection pressed painfully against my breeches.
“Yes,” I agreed as she cupped her hands below her breasts—Sources, she was beautiful. My mouth fell open on an exhale.
“You will watch me. Eyes only, no touching,” she commanded.
It finally happened. I turned to putty in her hands.
“Whatever you say,” I huffed out, still clutching the quilts like they might anchor me from losing myself to the desire consuming me. She ran a hand down her torso, the other pinched a hardened peak of one of her breasts.
“Undress. Completely.” This time her voice wasn’t smooth—it was sharp, a directive.
Any mask of poise and sensibility dropped as I pushed away the blankets and quickly removed my tunic. I scrambled to unbuckle my belt before pulling it off in one swift motion.
A hum of satisfaction left El’s lips as she watched me kick off my breeches. The way she observed my body move made me grow harder. I felt more alive than I had in decades.
“You don’t have to do this for me,” I said. Sources, I didn’t even know what we were doing, but stopping now sounded like a terrible idea.
“This isn’t just for you,” she breathed out.
All restraint left me. “Take off your breeches,” I demanded. “I want to watch you touch yourself while you look at me.”
Who the fuck was I?
Her brows arched, and a wicked smile graced her perfect face. She unbuttoned her breeches and sat back to slide them off; I imagined trailing kisses up her thighs until I reached their apex.
She parted herself with two fingers, and my jaw clenched tight with anticipation. She was slick and ready—it almost undid me.
“I am going to enjoy being the first person to see you find release in two decades. Are you going to be good now and fist that cock for me?”
“Sources, Elsedora. You kiss your loved ones with that mouth?” I gritted out, but wrapped my hand around my shaft. The vulgar way she’d commanded me was intoxicating.
I wanted to kill anyone she’d ever played this game with before.
“Mm… you can imagine me kissing wherever you want,” she answered.
I responded with an indulgent gasp as I pumped myself, thinking about her mouth wrapped around me.
“Not yet,” she scolded. “You wait for me.”
Lying back, with her shoulders on the sofa behind her, she pushed two fingers into herself. The way her mouth dropped open, the look of bliss etched into her features as she trailed a smoldering gaze down me—it all became too much.
