Chapter 47 #2
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.
I slowed for a moment, letting the anticipation build.
Then I let my head fall back against the pillows, and I fucked myself faster and harder, letting the pleasure spike and then retreat in teasing waves.
I could feel the heat in my core building faster, the tension tightening, until it pulsed in time with my heartbeat.
I could still see how badly Julian wanted to close the distance, to touch, to feel, but he stayed exactly where I told him. That restraint, the way he burned for me without giving in, made the fire inside me impossible to control any longer.
I shuddered, letting a keening moan escape, the vibrations and pressure building to a breaking point. My fingers clenched, my back arched, and I gasped his name, letting my body shiver violently as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me.
When I finally collapsed back against the sheets, trembling and slick, I looked up at Julian. His eyes were wide and his chest was heaving.
“Now you can touch me,” I whispered.
The words were barely out of my mouth before he was on me, lips grazing my jaw as he pinned me to the bed beneath him. His fingers found me still slick and ready, and I gasped, grinding shamelessly on them.
He slid two of them inside me, curling them just right. He pumped them like that a few times before withdrawing and positioning his cock at my sopping entrance. In one thrust, he was buried in me, and I clenched around him, nails clawing at his shoulders.
“Harder,” I panted. “Harder.”
He obeyed. The sound of sweaty skin and choked moans filled the room. Every thrust sent shockwaves up my spine, and my head fell back as I trembled, thighs tightening around him.