Chapter 9 #3
She grabbed the hem of her camisole and let it fall to the floor. The soft fabric whispered against the wood, and my heart hammered so loud I was sure she could hear it.
Then her hands slid to the sides of her underwear, hooking her thumbs, and she slowly shimmied them down her long, thick legs. My pulse spiked, and a low groan threatened to escape. The sight of her, the deliberate unveiling, made my control slipped, just a fraction—enough to damn me.
Every instinct screamed for me to move, and I didn’t. Every part of me wanted to close the distance between us, to touch her, to claim her in that quiet, burning moment.
Her eyes met mine, and something deep inside me clenched. There was fire there, a confidence blazing in them as she looked at me, unafraid, daring me even. My chest ached at the sight, a strange, sharp pull that made my pulse stutter.
“I’ve been waiting for you to come home,” she whispered softly.
Gods, her voice—seductive, coaxing, a whisper meant to unravel me. My throat tightened, my hands twitching at my sides, but I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t. She had the power to render me mute with just a look.
She turned, facing the bed.
“You enjoyed watching me.”
The words sliced through me, making my cock twitch painfully. I felt my body betray me as her intentions became crystal clear. Then I nodded.
“Let me give you a better show.”
She glanced over her shoulder, that pretty, teasing smile of hers igniting something feral in me.
Then she leaned face-first onto the bed, ass high, wet cunt on full display.
My stomach clenched, and I had to swallow hard to keep from groaning.
My hands itched to reach out, to touch her, to devour her with my eyes and hands.
I inhaled sharply at the sight, heat pooling low in my stomach.
She moved her hand up the inside of her thigh, rubbing her clit, slow, deliberate.
“Fuck.” She sighed softly as her fingers circled, teasing herself.
I felt my cock harden instantly, hot and unrelenting. My knees weakened, my focus narrowed, and every rational thought fled my mind.
Her gasp when she plunged two fingers into herself made my body tense, my jaw clench.
I needed to be closer. Every part of me was screaming to move, to reach her.
I stepped forward, eyes roaming greedily from her pussy, up her round ass, over her tattooed back, and finally to her face.
She stared at me, unflinching, daring me to give in.
Gods, she was fucking beautiful.
I couldn’t hold back. I spun toward the chair in the corner, dragging it directly in front of her, my heart hammering in my chest, veins pulsing with desire. I sank into it, captivated entirely by her.
Every movement she made, every little moan, every press of her fingers into herself—my body mirrored it, twitching, straining, desperate.
The room was filled only with the sound of her arousal, my heavy breathing, and the rhythm of her fingers.
My cock throbbed painfully with every circling, every fast, hard movement she made.
Fuck. I was losing myself.
I tugged my tunic off and undid my trousers, pulling them down just enough to free myself. My hand moved down my length, and a low moan escaped me, raw and unrestrained. Heat pooled in my stomach, tight and electric, and my chest throbbed as I let myself feel every sensation.
Elowyn removed her hand and flipped over, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Her eyes immediately dropped to my cock, and something wild stirred inside me.
Need, hunger, a frantic desire I could barely control.
She watched with curiosity. I lifted my hand and licked it, trying to get wetness so my strokes could be faster, my mind spinning with the thought of her.
I wanted to run my fingers through her wetness and use that but I could watch, not touch.
She leaned back and lifted her feet to the bed, spreading her legs so her needy pussy was on display again—but now I could see her face too. My breath hitched. Every detail of her, the curve of her hips, the flush of her skin, the way she looked at me, set my chest pounding.
"Touch yourself. I want to see you cum again."
She rested on her elbows, eyes locked on mine, daring me to lose control.
Then she brought her fingers up to her mouth and licked them before returning them to her clit.
My entire body tightened as I watched her mouth fall open.
The sound of her moan was like fire in my veins, and I couldn’t tear my gaze from her.
Heavens forgive me.
Our eyes met as we moved in perfect rhythm, a dangerous, unspoken connection pulsing between us. Her eyes closed tightly, red creeping up her chest, and I could see she was on the edge. I was close too—so close I could taste it on my lips, feel it hammering in my gut.
Her mouth fell open, her head tilting back as her fingers moved faster.
“I’m going to cum,” she moaned, and my chest tightened, my heart hammering like it would burst.
“Let me see you fall apart, Elowyn,” I demanded, and her eyes opened to meet mine, burning with need. "Eyes stay on me."
“You’re going to cum on me,” she said, voice sharp, intoxicating. That confidence, that control, made something inside me snap. "Did you hear me?"
“Yes,” I sighed, my entire body on fire.
Her eyes clouded with pleasure, and when her orgasm hit, with her whimpering my name, it drove me over the edge.
Her eyes fluttered shut, a sharp inhale turning into a helpless exhale as pleasure claimed her, and the way she said my name unraveled me completely.
I stood up, stroking myself as I stared into her eyes, every nerve alight, every sensation magnified. My orgasm hit like a storm, stars exploding in my vision. My cum streaked across her stomach and breasts, and I felt both devoured and haunted by the sight.
When I was done, I collapsed into the chair, chest heaving. She sat up, and my gaze couldn’t leave her, couldn’t leave the way my release dripped over her soft, warm skin. I was dizzy with need, desire, and something dangerously close to awe.
Elowyn was watching me closely. Her eyes searched mine, hesitant, full of something fragile, hope, maybe, or trust. She seemed nervous as she lifted her hand, and it shook slightly as she reached for my face.
My chest twisted painfully, every nerve screaming to close the distance, to take her hand, but instinct, the last scrap of restraint I had left, made me jerk away.
Her hand snapped back like I had struck her.
The motion was small, almost imperceptible, but the sudden drop of her gaze to the floor hit me like a punch.
I felt hollow, like I’d just shoved a knife through something delicate inside her.
She looked smaller somehow, deflated, and I could almost hear the unspoken question lingering between us: Why? Why did you pull away?
Elowyn hesitated for a moment, the faintest tremor in her posture.
It was as if she was giving me a chance, maybe for words, maybe for a touch, maybe for me to prove I wasn’t as cold as I’d made her feel, but I froze.
My throat tightened, my chest burned, and I felt my own cowardice crush me from the inside out.
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t wait for an answer. She stood up, moving with careful, quiet movements, and grabbed her clothes. I watched her go into the washroom, heart in my throat, a hollow ache settling deep in my chest.
When she came out a few minutes later, she didn’t look at me. Not once. Her eyes avoided mine as she crossed the room, each step a silent confirmation that I had broken something between us. I heard the soft sound of her crawling onto the couch, the faint rustle of fabric, and then silence.
I was fucked.
Not because I wanted her, but because I’d just proven I didn’t deserve her.