Page 103 of For the Love of Art

“Why not?”

Nathan looked genuinely confused like this was a normal question to ask someone. Or, maybe it was a normal question; I’d never been asked it.

“I… I don’t know.”

Nathan’s eyes gleamed as he smiled. “I think you’re not used to doing it anymore. You’re used to other things like me licking you until your legs are jelly. I know you love it when I fuck you with my fingers until you scream. Or maybe you prefer when I suck on your clit until–”

“I don’t have anything here to use.” My voice was weak behind my labored breathing. All I could think about was… everything he just said. I cleared my throat and said in a sturdier voice, “I normally use things.”

Nathan’s brows raised. “Things?”

I nodded. “You know, vibrators.”

“What would you use if you didn’t have those… things?”

I blushed deeper, knowing what he was getting at.

“Isla,” his voice was gruff, “tell me.”

“My fingers.”

He closed his eyes and bore his top teeth into his lower lip as he breathed loudly. When his eyes opened, I could see how badly he wanted what he was asking for. “I want to see. I want to know.”

“It’s not like you need a lesson,” I said breathily.

Nathan smirked. “While I appreciate the sentiment, I’m a firm believer one can always learn. Now please, enlighten me.”

I slowly nodded, moving back on the bed. Nathan stood, walking over and grabbing some pillows from their perfect arrangement to help prop me up before returning to his chair.

I felt nervous as I positioned myself, spreading my thighs. Touching myself had always been for me. I never felt nervous what lines formed when I positioned my body, or if anything wiggled while I moved. I never had to worry if the man I was falling for would view me as less beautiful if my body didn’t contour in the most flattering way and now that I was here it was all I could think about.

I took a deep breath and ran my fingers along myself, breathing in. Everything was still a bit swollen and sensitive from Nathan touching me earlier. I bit my lip as I slowly circled my clit, a small moan escaping my throat. I met Nathan’s eyes, his gaze locked on me as I circled my clit, shuddering as my orgasm began to build.

“How does it feel?” Nathan asked.

He was pulling on himself as he watched me; the sight was beyond erotic.

“Good,” I answered, circling a little harder and definitely faster as I watched him.

“Are you enjoying it?”

“Yes.” I groped my breast, teasing my nipple. This action caused Nathan to hiss in a breath.

“Baby, that’s so fucking sexy. Keep doing that,” Nathan instructed, watching me closely. I kept rolling my nipple in my fingers, moaning as I did. “Do you like it when I touch you or doing it yourself more?”

It was hard to answer these rapid fire questions with my orgasm winding tighter and tighter in my core.

“It’s just different when you do it. You suck and bite my nipples. You put your fingers in me at the same time.” I moaned as one of my circles sent a shiver up my spine. “There’s only so much I can do to heighten the experience. You can do so much more and I’d never want to miss out by doing this every time we’re together.”

“Fuck, Isla.” Nathan’s head dropped as he continued pulling on himself. “I’m going to come.”

“Come on me!”

I felt surprised at the words. I’d never had a desire for anyone to come on me, but in this moment, as I watched Nathan falling apart in front of me, because of me, all I wanted was for him to claim me in some way.

“Fuck, baby.”

Nathan walked over, his strokes moving faster until he was over me. He leaned down and kissed me deeply before pulling back, cursing one more time before I felt hot spurts over my breasts and stomach. I cried out as my orgasm hit me fast and hard.