I swallowed hard as hedonistic heat continued to spread throughout my body.
“I've thought about it so many times since then,” he went on. “Wondered what it would be like to see it again. But this time, you'd be doing it for me.”
I turned in his arms to face him fully. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.
“You want to watch me play?” I asked, lifting a brow.
A low, growling sound rose in his throat. “Fuck yes, I want to watch you,” he ground out.
I bit my bottom lip, considering. In the past, the idea might’ve made me self-conscious. Embarrassed, even. But instead, all I felt was a rush of heat and curiosity.
“I can do that,” I said, smiling coyly. I glanced over at the bed, then back at him. “But you have to stay at the end of the bed. No touching until I say so.”
Julian’s grin was pure sin. “Deal.”
I stepped back from him, letting my fingers trail over the edge of the cabinet. The variety of toys glinted under the amberlight, each one promising a different kind of thrill. My pulse was quick, the anticipation thick in my chest.
“I’m serious about the no-touching rule,” I said, voice low and teasing. “If you move before I tell you, you’re going to regret it.”
Julian’s smirk was wicked, but he stayed rooted at the foot of the bed. “I can handle it,” he said.
I picked up a slim, metallic vibrator first, feeling its weight in my hand. The thought of Julian watching me made my fingers tingle. Slowly, deliberately, I traced it along my inner thighs, giving him a perfect view. His breathing hitched, and I could see the way his jaw clenched.
I spread my legs wider and circled the toy around my entrance, teasingly brushing just the tip over my wetness. The sound of Julian’s low groan made heat spike through me.
I leaned over the edge of the bed, pressing the toy against myself, rocking slightly so Julian could still see. His hand flexed, desperate to move, but he stayed where I told him, eyes locked on me. The moans I let out were low, teasing, matching the rhythm I set, every movement deliberate to drive him wild.
I looked at him again, letting the sight of my flushed skin and arched back speak louder than words. He groaned, deep and guttural, and I smiled, satisfied.
“Like what you see?” I murmured, knowing full well he did. He didn’t answer at first, just swallowed hard, the sound almost painfully audible. I pressed the toy against myself again, grinding slowly, making sure he saw every inch of me.
His teeth bit down on his lower lip, and I let a little shiver escape me, feeding on the sight of him struggling to maintain control. The toy, the mirrors, the way he was trapped by his own desire… I was intoxicatingly aware of it all.
Finally, I leaned back on the bed, letting my body relax slightly, the toy still pressed to me, and whispered, “Now you can come a little closer.”
I felt Julian step closer, the heat radiating off him, but he still obeyed, staying just at the edge of the bed like I’d told him. I spread my legs slowly, giving him the best possible view, and let my fingers trace along the curve of my slickness, teasing myself with deliberate slowness.
“I want you to see everything,” I murmured. “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
Julian’s chest rose and fell quickly, his hands gripping the bedframe as he obeyed, eyes focused and unblinking. The restraint only made his tension more palpable, and that sent a thrill straight through me.
I dropped the toy and reached for a second one, a much bigger pink dildo with vibrating rabbit ears for my clit. I held it in my hand, brushing it over my entrance.
“Think I can take this?” I asked.
Julian sucked in another harsh breath. “Fuck yeah,” he muttered.
My breathing hitched as I slowly pressed it inside, and a low moan slipped past my lips. The combination of all three stimuli—my fingers brushing over my skin, the dildo stretching me, the vibrations on my clit—was incredible.
I moved with deliberate rhythm, letting Julian see every flick of my wrist, every subtle thrust. “Look at me,” I murmured, tilting my head back. “Look how wet I am.”
His lips parted, a guttural sound escaping him as he swallowed hard, eyes locked on my every motion. I could see the tension coiled in his muscles, the way he fought to remain at the foot of the bed. The knowledge that he desperately wanted to touch me but couldn’t only drove me wilder.
I pressed the dildo deeper, letting my body relax and open around it. The mirror above multiplied the image, and Julian’s breath came faster, deeper, more ragged. I kept rolling my hips against the toy, letting the sound of my wetness and moans fill the room, each noise an invitation to him.
“You love it, don’t you?” I murmured, my voice husky. “Watching me fuck myself.”
He groaned, low and rough, gripping the bedframe tighter, and I shivered at the sound. The heat pooling between my legs, the thrill of being watched, the power of making him wait… it was so damn intoxicating.
