Page 70 of Let Me Show You

“Well, either way, I’m sorry.”

“I think it’s why I stayed with him through the emotional abuse and his cheating. He promised me he’d change, and we’d be a family, and a part of me believed I owed him that for the baby I’d lost.”

“You’re braver than you give yourself credit for.”

“I think you mean cowardly.”

“There are lots of words I associate with you, but that’s not one of them. You were young and in love. People do stupid things for love, trust me.”

“I thought I was in love, but I should’ve known better when the only person my heart fluttered for was you. Even after years of being friends, I’d get butterflies in my stomach. Sometimes I’d sweat so bad, I’d have to change my shirt.” She laughs, then blushes. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I just admitted that.”

“I wanna know everything about you, embarrassing or not.” I swipe a piece of her hair and tug.

A mischievous twinkle flashes in her eyes.

“What?” I ask, gripping her waist when she rocks her hips again.

“I used to masturbate to thoughts of you. Then I’d scream your name into a pillow.”

Swallowing hard, I lick my lips. “Jesus Christ, Katie. Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jerked off to dirty thoughts of you? Basically my entire adolescence.”

“So I wasn’t the only one with a naughty mind?”

“Hell no. You should show me,” I encourage. “Show me how you touched yourself.”

Katie doesn’t hesitate but instead confidently stands. Our gazes lock as she slowly unzips her dress, teasing and tempting me at the same time. I watch in amazement as it falls to her feet and she steps out of it. I scan down her body, admiring the goddess standing in front of me.

“Fuck, I wanna rip off your panties right now.” I adjust myself and narrow my eyes on her chest.

“No, sir. Only watching, remember?”

I groan, then sit back as she slides her hand down her stomach. The pure willpower she holds over me is monumental. I’d do anything to be able to touch her.

“Alright, I’m here for the show.” I smirk.

Her fingers dip into her panties, then she spreads her legs slightly as she releases a soft moan. I wish I could see what she’s doing underneath the fabric, but by her little breathy sounds, she’s rubbing her clit slow and steady.

“I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?”

“So good,” she confirms with her eyes shut. “I’d picture your big hands touching me as you lay next to me, whispering all the dirty things you wanted to do.”

Goddamn. She’s going to make me fucking bust in my jeans.

“Well, I’m here now, baby. Let me show you…”

She purrs, opening her eyes.

“Do it with me,” she says, lowering her eyes to my hard-on. “Then show me.”

I unbutton my jeans and lower them to my ankles, then slide down my boxers. My cock throbs in my palm as I stroke it a few times.

Katie’s eyes widen as she takes in the view, then she blinks a few times.

“First, I’d ease my finger inside nice and slow…”

“W-what?” She blinks again. “Oh, right. Yes. Go on.”

I chuckle at how flustered she is.