Part 31 (2/2)

He leans back in his chair. ”What are you going to do exactly? What will this little show entail?”

”I'm going to pleasure myself in front of you while you watch,” I inform him with a sly smile. ”And you're only allowed to watch...you can't touch.”

He smiles, a fire in his eyes. ”That's a little cruel, but fair enough.”

I look at him and set the case on the bed, reaching for the side zipper of my dress.

His smile fades. He's serious all of a sudden-intense. He's aroused. ”Do you do this often?”

I swallow hard. This is a conversation I've never thought I'd have with anyone. ”Enough. I think about you.”

He closes his eyes. ”I like that,” he says. He opens his eyes again to see my purple lace bra exposed. I've worn a tasteful set under my dress. I want this show to be cla.s.sy-well, as cla.s.sy as a masturbation show can be. A small part of me can't help feeling a bit like a p.o.r.n star. I still can't believe I'm doing this. I'm completely under his spell.

”And that's your tool of choice?” he teases.

I slide my dress down and expose my matching lacy briefs. ”It's pretty effective. It's about the same size as you. I like to imagine it's you inside me.”

”Only I don't vibrate,” he jokes. ”It's even better than me, I imagine.”

I shoot him a sly smile. ”It's never as good as you.”

I reach for the case and pull down the covers.

He scratches the edge of his jaw. ”Take off the bra. I'd like you fully naked.”

I unclasp my bra and let it fall to the ground. I feel the weight of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s drop. My nipples are erect-I've been aroused since I first took the silver case out of my purse. I reach for the band of my panties and pull them down slowly, revealing myself completely.

He groans a little-he seems to be enjoying the show. And I'm still scared as all get-out. So I try to take the focus away from myself-I'm feeling way too exposed. ”Are you hard?”

”What do you think?”

”I can tell,” I say, sitting on the edge of the bed, vibrator in hand.

”I can't touch you...not even one bit?”

”No,” I say firmly. ”But you can watch.”

”Show me...” he says, tracing his index finger along his bottom lip.

The way he's looking at me is so d.a.m.n hot.

I take out the vibrator from its case and hold it in my hands-the sleek see-through rubber is cold against my palm. I get right to it, turn it on, and spread my legs wide.

I glide it against my lips, slowly back and forth, delighting in the sensation.

”Sweet h.e.l.l...” is all Weston manages to say.

I close my eyes. My other hand strokes my left breast. My fingers caress my nipple. ”I like to imagine you're the one touching me.”

”I wish.” His voice is ragged, uneven.

The pressure is building-it feels so good. Usually, I climax really quickly this way.

But I want to give him a good show, so I drag the vibrator away from my s.e.x, down my thigh.

”Teasing yourself?”

”I need to,” I breathe, ”if I want this to last longer than a minute.”

”You're killing me.”

I open my eyes to look at him. He seems so turned on, yet he's just sitting there watching me, behaving, like the good boy he is.

I sit up, still watching him-he's being so good. I turn off the vibrator and get up off the bed.

He jerks to attention. ”What are you...”

I walk up to him and reach for his belt.

With a hint of a smile, he asks, ”What are you doing?”

”I want you to touch yourself too, while you watch me.”

”I don't hate that idea,” he says as I free his erection, big and glorious.

I lean down and wrap my mouth around it.

”Mirella...” he breathes.

I suck him, hard and slow, enjoying the sensation of him. But I don't want to take it too far. ”There...” I whisper, pulling back. ”I got you started...nice and wet.”

His hand grips his long shaft, in a smooth up and down movement. I sit on the bed and watch him-watching him m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e is such a turn-on.

I spread my legs wide again, giving him a nice view-I'm quite uninhibited when I'm aroused. I slide the vibrating d.i.l.d.o up and down along my s.e.x, loving the way my body feels...and builds-every cell seems alive. I bring myself to the edge, but then I pull away when I sense myself too near.

Weston's lids are heavy, and his breathing seems to grow shallow.

”Don't move too fast,” I warn him. ”The show's not over,” I whisper and turn over on my knees, my a.s.s facing him.

”G.o.d...I love that view.”

”You and every single man.”

I ease into the vibrator. It fills me deep. I slide it in and out, pus.h.i.+ng my hips hard onto it, imagining I'm straddling Weston.

”You're beautiful.” His voice is soft.

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