Page 47 of Watching Her

Within seconds, it was rock hard, keeping my mouth watering. As she shifted her hand to her other hardened bud, she moved provocatively toward the end of her desk. My, oh, my. Even from where I sat, I could tell she was an incredible dancer. I should have known from the dance we shared.

She was certainly enjoying herself even while being alone. Although I had a feeling she was thinking about someone, performing for that very person.

I had to wonder if that was me.

“Are you wet for me, Penelope? Is your pussy throbbing?”

Leaning back, I didn’t bother adjusting the towel when it slipped from around my waist. There was no mystery as to why I was so fucking hard that the veins on both sides of my cock were pulsing. Almost as if in rhythm to the music.

Watching her dance brought out the beast from deep within, a deep and raw hunger that could easily pull me into an entirely different level of darkness. While taking a deep breath, I slid my hand down my chest and spread my legs open. The thought of masturbating before hadn’t enticed me at all.

Now?

Well, now I needed relief or I’d break the pact I’d made to myself of only taking her when she was ready. After I’d learned everything about her, finally offering what she craved more than anything.

A man capable of providing control while encouraging her to blossom both in business and in pleasure.

Her chest rose and fell from labored breathing and I could almost smell her increasing desire. She hummed softly to the music and I had a feeling she wasn’t even aware of what she was doing.

She mirrored my efforts or perhaps it was just the opposite, her long legs splayed open as mine were, yet she was far more elegant. She pressed the weight of her legs onto the balls of her feet, her long hair splayed out across her shoulders. In my mind, she was without a doubt the most breathtaking woman I’d ever seen.

“Who are you, mystery man, and why do I crave you so damn much?”

Hearing her question as well as knowing exactly who she was referring to was more stimulating than anything I could do. The words were little more than a ragged whisper that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight down my spine. Every muscle in my body locked into sudden, absolute attention. Every need filtering into my mind became exacerbated. The hard thudding sound of my heart vanished, leaving only the heat of her confession and the intoxicating realization that she wanted me just as fiercely as I wanted her.

That changed everything.

The timing.

The level of longing.

And the method in which we’d spend our first of many nights together. And I couldn’t wait to break down her defenses, allowing an awakening of what she’d tried desperately to control.

Deep and unbridled hunger.

While she closed her eyes, the smile on her face even more salacious, I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock. I sensed the immediate change in my breathing, the slight hitch indicating the discomfort I was in.

I slumped further into the seat as she flicked her finger across her clit. Watching her expressions morph and change kept me on edge. Even the way her face shimmered in the light was a powerful aphrodisiac.

She was so damn beautiful, so guileless in her actions.

I rolled my hand to my cockhead, squeezing as I slipped my other around my aching balls. The pressure continued to build even as I stroked my fingers up and down. She was just as breathless as I’d become, twisting in the seat while thrusting her fingers inside her tight channel.

Fuck, the woman was driving me crazy.

With a tighter hold, I pumped my dick, offering deep, husky growls that sadly no one would ever hear. “Are you thinking of me? Are you wishing I was there, licking your sweet pussy?”

I knew she was. I sensed she was experiencing regret in not encouraging me to break my solemn vow made at the conference.

Mmm… And what if I had?

A strangled laugh swept from my throat as she tossed her head back and forth, moving into the final throes of ecstasy. Her lower lip was trembling, her chest rising and falling at the same pace as mine.

The friction I created with my firm hold initiated pain, but that was exactly what I deserved. Sheer agony. I shouldn’t want her, but there was no other choice. And why?

Because she already belonged to me.

A beautiful flower in need of protection as well as nurturing.