Her thighs clench together. “Tell me what to do.”
My cock is already rock hard in my jeans, but hearing her eagerness has it dripping. “You sure?”
She nods enthusiastically. “Yes.”
“Promise you’ll tell me if it gets to be too much.”
“I promise.”
I jerk my chin at her pants. “Take those off.”
She does as I say, never taking her eyes off me as her jeans drop to the ground in a pile around her ankles. She kicks them away, ready for my next instruction.
“Sit on the bed.”
Again, she listens.
My cock pulses at the sight of her. “Show me.”
“Show you what?” she asks, breathless.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
She doesn’t hesitate. Her hands reach up and run along her neck before moving down her chest. She grips her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs, tipping her head back with a breathy moan.
Holy shit. I haven’t even touched myself and I’m ready to explode in my pants right now like a fucking teenager.
She moves her hands down further as she spreads her legs apart, rubbing herself over her underwear.
“Like that?” she asks me, sounding unsure.
“Just like that,” I reassure her, swallowing roughly.
A small smile graces her full lips as she continues to rub small circles over the fabric of her underwear. I can see a damp spot growing there, and knowing she’s turned on only makes the situation in my pants more precarious.
She rights her neck and looks at me, a challenge gleaming in her eyes. “What about you?”
I shake my head, almost desperately. “This is about you.”
“Please, Maverick,” she pleads. “I want to see you.”
I chuckle, slightly embarrassed. “Baby, I’m afraid if I touch myself at all I’m gonna come.”
Her smile is triumphant, like she’s proud of the fact that just the sight of her has me on the edge. “That’s kind of the point, Rebel Man.”
God, this woman has no idea the effect she has on me.
“As you wish,” I say, which only makes her smile wider. I stand and pull off my shirt, then undo my belt and my jeans, sliding them off and moving them to the side. Her eyes stare unabashedly at my brief-clad erection, her gaze hungry. I sit back down and palm myself over my boxers. “You’re sure?”
She nods and licks her bottom lip. “Yes.”
I reach inside the elastic band and wrap my fist around my cock for the first time in weeks. I’ve stayed celibate since Delilah arrived, knowing if I touched myself it would be to thoughts of her. Now, the sensation combined with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen sitting right in front of me is almost too much. I lift my hips and slide my briefs down slightly, allowing my cock to spring free. Keeping my eyes on her, I pump my fist once, groaning deep.
Delilah’s eyes widen and her breath catches. “You’re beautiful.”
No one’s ever called me beautiful before, and I feel my face grow warm at the compliment. “You’re perfect.”
Her eyes roll back as she continues to touch herself, chest heaving.
