“Over the clothes?” she asks.
“As you like.” I guide her hand between my legs, spread them more to give her better access and place it over my hard-on.
She shudders. I stifle a groan. She’s leaning forward, staring down at her hand, her dainty little hand splayed over my big cock. The way she’s pushing down, through the thin material of the sweats, the shape of my balls and dick is perfectly outlined.
Letting out a slow breath, I lean back. Breathe in, breathe out. Don’t come. Don’t fucking come.
Don’t scare her away.
“Does it feel good?” Her voice is low and trembly. I can’t look away from her tits to see her expression. “Like this?”
“It’d feel much better if we were naked,” I grumble.
She pulls her hand back. “Seth…”
I close my eyes tightly at the loss of her touch. “So now you know what it feels to touch a guy’s erection.”
She shifts on the mattress. I peek under my lashes at her. She’s not running away yet. She seems, in fact, sort of pleased with what she’s done.
Damn.
“So, there’s a lot of things you and your boyfriend can do without actual fucking.” I clear my throat, my voice inexplicably thick. “Without intercourse.”
“I understood what you meant.” A faint smile tugs at her mouth, and I drink in the sight, dazed.
“Right. Touching is a big part of it.”
“You sound like you have lots of experience.”
I shrug. Not really. “It’s not the amount of experience that counts. It’s the quality.”
She nods. “Okay. So now what?”
“Do you ever touch yourself?”
She flinches. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“And if I do?”
Fuck. Me. “Show me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because it’s hot, and then I’ll show you what a guy wants to see.”
I see understanding flash in her eyes. Also nervousness, fear, and shame.
Uh-uh, none of that. “You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, putting the truth in my voice, hoping she’ll hear it. “You got nothing to be ashamed of. Every part of you is beautiful. Touching yourself, giving yourself pleasure is goddamn beautiful. Remember that.”
She slips her hand between her legs, and my mouth goes dry. Would she do this for any guy? Or is it only for me?
Stop thinking, Seffers, and pay attention.
To her bent legs, parting on my bed, her hand sliding down between them to rest over her silky black panties, on the mound of her pussy. Her fingers twitch, then they pull back and slip under the thin black cloth, disappearing.
A moan leaves her lips, and I can’t take my eyes off her hand, the small, circling movement barely visible under her panties as she teases her clit.