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Blake’s dark eyes darkened even further, and intense concentration drilled onto his face. If he didn’t have his enormous hard-on, I’d have no idea if he was enjoying this or not.
He held the notebook in the crook of his arm, so I couldn’t see what he was drawing. I could only just see the sharpened point of the charcoal dancing across the page.
As his gaze flitted from the paper to my body, I dug my toes into the carpet to raise my knees and rubbed my finger up and down my velvet folds. My clit stirred, driving wonderful shivers through me. Mewling noises tumbled from my throat as I relished a stranger’s gaze upon me.
My evil exhibitionist stepped up to play, and I tugged my lacy knickers aside, giving Blake a sneaky view of my pussy before I rubbed myself harder. Blake ripped the first sheet from the pad and started drawing again. His eyes blazed with sexual desire, devouring me with concentration.
His breathing was erratic, just like his hand movements. Blake slipped off his chair, and at first, I’d thought he’d fallen off. But he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked his rod while he continued to draw.
A shimmer of icy goosebumps teased my skin, contrasting perfectly with a fire blazing through my core.
Blake was lost in his own world, and the raw animalism of his actions had an orgasm building inside me that was earth-shattering. Pulses of electricity shivered from my clit to my insides and drove right up to my nipples.
I was ready for more. So much more.
I was ready to feel the heat of a man inside me.
The problem was, Blake wasn’t the man I wanted to lose my casual-sex virginity to. He was cute but not outrageously handsome, and his body didn’t scream hot-blooded man. That’s what I needed to take me to the next level in my double act . . . a hot-blooded man.
Tonight was about giving me a new Valentine’s memory.
I stood and rolled the length of my finger between my legs, forcing my lacy knickers to rub against me. I drew my finger up my pussy achingly slow, allowing the fabric to tease my sensitive bud. Under his gaze, my breathing became short, ragged gasps as I rubbed again and again.
An impossibly perfect orgasm grew inside me. Teasing my insides, commanding all my attention. My climaxes had become my addiction and it felt soooo fucking good.
I couldn’t stand it any longer. I tugged my underwear off, and free at last, I fell to my knees, and drove my fingers into myself. I parted my knees, plunging deeper into my hot folds until my knees trembled.
“Stop!” Blake said.
I snapped my eyes open. I hadn’t realized I’d closed them.
He ripped off the page he was working on and started with a fresh sheet. “Legs farther apart,” he commanded.
I shuffled my shaking legs apart.
“Look up, eyes closed, mouth open.”
My mind whirled as I obeyed.
“Put your hands on your boobs. Caress them.”
I cupped my breasts and squeezed, massaging my boobs like he asked. I tweaked my nipples.
“Touch yourself.” He whispered, and the scratching sound of charcoal on paper filled the room.
Using the heels of my palms, I glided my hands down my ribs, over my sex, and shoved a probing finger into my pussy. Knowing he was watching me finger myself and seeing me like this. . . truly seeing me raw and exposed like this pleased my exhibitionist tendencies.
Him drawing me as I pleasured myself was deliciously carnal. Raw and wild.
Fucking amazing.
Every nerve in my body came alive, driving pulses to my throbbing pussy like a blazing flame.
My breathing grew deeper, and I concentrated on every piece of this exquisite moment. I explored all my senses, ensuring each second of my new Valentine’s memory was deeply etched into my brain.
I pressed down hard on my clit, rolled my finger around it, and then drove two fingers back into my juicy folds. Thrusting my hips forward, I parted my legs more, and again and again, I repeated the move, winding up an orgasm that was beyond exquisite.
