Page 68 of Effortless

“I got that piercing done. You know …” Her finger pointed downward, and she flashed her teeth. “Down there.”

Tom’s brow lifted high, and his throat tightened. “Did you now?”

“Wanna see?”

“You’re wicked, Camilla.”

She winked, and didn’t deny it. “It hurt, but not as bad as I thought it would. The girl who did it made me sign this stupid waiver saying I understood that I might lose all feeling in my—”

“You didn’t, right?”

“Sign the waiver, or lose feeling in my clitoral nerves?”

“Camilla.”

She gave him a little shrug, and then dipped her hand between her thighs. On the screen, he had the sexiest view of her fingers edging beneath cotton panties. The speakers caught the sound of her fingers stroking through her sex, and the wet sound it made. Her lips popped open in a perfect O shape as her breath caught in her throat.

“Oh, I still feel. Quite well, Tom. Better now.”

“Oh?”

Oh?

He sounded like an idiot.

He didn’t know what else to say at the moment.

Camilla nodded, and her teeth cut into her bottom lip while her fingers kept working between her thighs. “It’s something new, you know? I’m always aware that it’s there now, even walking down the street. I could probably wear something tight enough, and it would make me come just by walking.”

His gaze was still firmly locked on her fingers moving under her panties. She’d made a damp little spot on the cotton from her juices. Her fingers moved from a thrusting motion, and then up higher, circling and tugging.

On that damn piercing.

He would really like to be the one playing with that fucking thing at the moment. Not watching her do it on a screen.

“Jesus Christ. You’re killing me here.”

“What do you want me to do, then?” she asked.

She was teasing him, and Tom was helpless to her game. He liked it a little too much to stop her from doing it.

“Well, moving those fucking panties aside so I can see what’s mine would be a great start, Camilla. Get on that, babe. If you’re going to tease me, at least make it worth my while.”

“Tom—”

“Let me see your cunt, Cam.”

She didn’t hesitate after that to use her other hand, and pull the cotton aside. The wet, pink sliver of her sex peeked out at him. All bare, waxed, and pretty. The tips of her finger smacked gently against her clit as a shiver raced over her skin.

“Let me see the piercing, Cam.”

“Sure you want to?”

Yeah, killing him.

Dead.

“Don’t make me turn off this screen,” he told her.