I stroked my lips with my fingers, imagining it was his mouth caressing me. I slipped a finger into my mouth, pretending that was his tongue. It was a poor substitute for what I imaginedhis kiss would truly feel like, but his voice made up for the lost sensations.
My body hummed with lust. My breasts tingled. My nipples pebbled so hard, I nearly cried out in pleasure, rolling them between my fingers.
“I would taste you everywhere,” the impossible man behind the screen crooned. “That spot just behind your ear where your hair forms a soft little curl. That place on the side of your neck where the echo of your heart flutters under your skin. That birthmark shaped like a cute little bean just below your navel. And the inside of your thighs where I know your skin would be soft and sensitive to the touch of my lips. Then...Then, my precious, tormenting temptation, I’d dive deeper and plunge my tongue into your sweet, wet pussy because you would be wet for me, my luscious butterfly, wouldn’t you?”
Fuck, I was wet already. My clit throbbed so hard and hot, it ached as my fingers stroked every single spot he named. I marveled how much he had learned about my body, even if only visually of course.
Finally, I slipped my hand between my legs. A burst of pleasure spread through me at the contact, and I failed to stop a moan from escaping my throat.
Kye’s voice halted abruptly, and I stilled. My body shook with need, but I didn’t dare to make another sound.
Did he hear me?
Did he know what I was doing while hidden from him behind the screen?
“Maren?” he said my name in a low, raspy voice, and it sounded much closer than if he were still in his bed.
The screen tilted under a powerful shove, then righted itself, and...turned to glass. In a single touch, my shield turned transparent, leaving me exposed to his burning stare.
“Sweetheart, what are you doing?” Kye groaned.
He stood on the other side of the screen, both hands splayed on the glass, his eyes greedily devouring my body. His hard cock stood upright, trapped between the glass and his chiseled abs.
Caught red-handed, I yanked my hand away and sat up.
“Kye, I...” I flustered, reaching for the top sheet.
“Don’t,” he begged. “Please, don’t cover up. And please, please don’t stop.”
He moved his hand down, wrapping his fingers around his engorged shaft. The sight of him like that sent another shiver of desire through me. Heat throbbed between my legs, urging me to finish what I’d started.
“Show me how you like being touched,” he asked, sliding his hand up his hard length.
The glass around us reflected the blue shadows of the night and the green darkness of the ocean beneath the floor. Moonlight highlighted the ripples on the water, casting an eerie glow through the room. This place always felt surreal, but at night, it looked like it could be the setting of either a beautiful dream or a most horrible nightmare.
I felt trapped in a bubble of glass and shadows. But as long as Kye kept looking at me like that, I didn’t mind staying exactly where I was.
Turning to face him, I slowly opened my legs, allowing him to see all of me.
“Fuck.” He licked his lips, then turned sideways a little, demonstrating the impressive length of his erect cock. “Do you see this, my pretty little vixen?” He slid his thumb along the upper side of his shaft. A raised bump rolled under his thumb all the way from the base of his massive member to its crown. “It’s called ‘a ripple,’ and it would rub against that swollen little bud of your pleasure if I fucked you, driving you mad with desire.”
I imagined it all, just as he said it. I envisioned him fucking me, his dick sliding inside me, the “ripple” rubbing against myclit... And I couldn’t take it anymore. I slipped my hand between my legs again, nearly screaming from the onslaught of pleasure at my touch.
“Come here. Come closer,” Kye beckoned.
And I couldn’t resist his call. Getting off the bed, I came flush with the glass. My nipples pressed to the cool surface, sending a wave of a new titillating sensation through my body.
Kye splayed his hands on the glass on the other side of the screen. Warmth from his large palms seeped through the glass to my chest, and I realized this was as close as I would ever get to feeling his touch.
I leaned my forehead against the screen, savoring our closeness.
“Touch yourself,” he implored in a hoarse whisper. “Do it for me, sweetheart.”
I glanced down to find his hand pressed to the glass right against the spot where my body throbbed for him the strongest. He was so close, only the glass separated us.
“One finger or two?” he asked with a slanted grin, his eyebrow arched in question.
His fingers were already positioned in just the right way to slip inside me if there was no glass between us.
