Page 60 of The Billionaire's Timed Wife

I stop in front of her, not too close, not yet. “You can stop me with one word,” I tell her.

She nods once as an answer.

“Lift your dress and spread your thighs.”

“You want to see my panties?”

The mix of shyness and raw innocence in her question nearly gives me a heart attack, my cock responding instantly.

“You really want to experience what I can make you feel?”

“Yes.”

“Then do as I say.”

She lifts the dress until it rests at her hips and I can see the white silk lingerie.

“I’vee spent the whole night imagining what you were wearing underneath that dress, but I thought it would be something black or red.”

“I like light colors.”

Without me asking, her legs part a little wider.

“Have you ever touched your body?”

“Touched my body how?”

“Given yourself pleasure.”

I notice the movement of her throat as she swallows hard.

“No.”

“Lean back on one arm, and with the other, stroke the inside of your thigh.”

“But . . .”

“Do you want to stop?” I tease.

“No.” Her small fingers slide over her skin, moving slowly, and I wish I were on my knees to watch more closely, though I fear that might scare her.

“Good?”

She nods. “What are we gonna do?”

“No questions. Just feel,” I tell her, stepping closer. I can’t risk missing a single detail. “Touch yourself over your panties.”

She obeys and, at the same time, tilts her head back as a restrained moan escapes her lips. I stand beside her now, my hand tangling in her silky hair.

“From inside,” I whisper. “I want to see your hand under the fabric. Tell me if you’re wet.” My voice comes out low and rough, and when her fingers slip beneath the thin piece of silk, my control nearly shatters. The moment she brushes her clit for the first time, she lets out a breathy moan that nearly undoes me. Her nipples strain against the fabric of her dress, hard and visible.

Adeela moves her hand slowly, instinctively discovering how to pleasure herself, how to chase the feeling growing inside her.

“Take off your panties. I want to see you.”

She doesn’t remove it completely, just lets it slide down to mid-thigh, which somehow feels even more provocative.

Her hair is short, and all I want is to part the lips of her pussy and see the moisture there. How eager she is, perhaps without even realizing, to have me inside her untouched body.