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She swallows again, and I track the movement of her soft throat.
“You. On the sleigh, just like you said. The way you felt pressed against me…”
“The way I felt when you were grinding that perfect ass against my cock?” I let my voice drop as I say the last words, and I’m rewarded with a delicate shiver that runs through her entire body. “When you were trying so hard to be subtle while rubbing against me like you wanted me to fuck you right then and there, consequences be damned?”
A soft whimper escapes her lips, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I’ve imagined that exact sound countless times, usually late at night when I’m alone in my bed, stroking myself to forbidden thoughts of her that I never allow myself during daylight hours.
My heart pounds with adrenaline and arousal, my nostrils flaring. The air in the bathroom feels charged with electricity, so thick with possibility that I can taste it with every inhale.
“Do you want me to leave?” I ask quietly, giving her a chance to end this even though walking away now might actually kill me. My hands are clenched into fists to keep from reaching for her, every muscle in my body coiled tight with restraint.
She meets my gaze in the mirror and shakes her head. The movement is barely perceptible, but it’s all I need.
I swallow, dragging in a slow breath. “Good girl.”
The praise makes her pupils dilate, and I file that reaction away for future use. She responds to approval, craves being told she’s good for me. I plan to give her plenty of opportunities to earn more praise.
“Now…” I take one step closer. “If you’re going to touch yourself while thinking of me, you should do it properly.”
She licks her lips, the pink tip of her tongue making my cock throb. “How is that?”
“Turn around.” I move closer again, until I can smell her subtle perfume mixed with the heady scent of her arousal. “Sit on the counter. Push those jeans down and spread your legs. Show me exactly how turned on you are.”
She hesitates, desire clearly warring with uncertainty.
“You want me here, right?” I ask quietly. When she nods, I reach out and brush a strand of her hair away from her neck, my fingers barely grazing her skin. Even that minimal contact is enough to make her shiver. “Good, because I want to be here. I want to see everything. I’ve been imagining this ever since that sleigh ride—ever since I felt the way you responded to being on my lap.”
Something shifts in her eyes, and I can practically see the moment she makes the decision. She turns around slowly, her cheeks flushed but her gaze steady as she holds mine. There’s something so damn stunning about her in this moment, brave and vulnerable and sexier than she even realizes.
She scoots up onto the counter beside the sink, then pushes her jeans and panties down, kicking them off. The sight of her spreading her legs for me, leaning back to display herself so openly, makes my mouth go dry.
She’s even more beautiful in person than she was in those photos I accidentally saw at the office. Her skin is pale and soft, and her pussy is pink and glistening with arousal. I can see how swollen she is, how wet she’s gotten just from thinking about me, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to drop to my knees and bury my face between her thighs.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Such a good girl for me.” She whimpers again at the praise, and my cock strains painfully against my pants. “Touch yourself. Show me what you were doing before I interrupted.”
Her hand slides between her legs, and I watch, transfixed, as she finds her clit. She’s so wet I can see her arousal coating her fingers, and the sight makes me want to taste her so badly my hands shake.
“That’s perfect,” I tell her, my voice rough. “Slower now. Make it last. Tell me how it feels.”
“So good,” she gasps, her hips rocking against her hand in a rhythm that makes me think of other, infinitely better activities. “But this isn’t fair.”
“What’s not fair, petit oiseau doux?” The endearment rolls off my tongue like a caress, and I see her shiver in response.
“That I’m the only one falling apart here.”
The naked need in her voice, the way her eyes drop to my obvious erection with such hunger, shatters what little remains of my control.
“Fuck it.” I step closer and shove my pants down to free my aching cock. It springs free, rock hard and desperate for her attention. “You want to see me lose control too? You want to see what watching you does to me?”
I wrap my hand around my length, stroking slowly as I watch her touch herself. Her eyes are glued to my cock, wide with want, and the hunger in her gaze makes me stroke harder. Especially when she dips her fingers into her wetness, whimpering and biting her lips as if imagining something else filling her.
The bathroom fills with the sounds of our mutual pleasure—her soft whimpers, my rough breathing, the wet sounds of skin against skin. It’s erotic and intimate and so perfect I couldn’t have scripted it better.
“Come for me,” I command, stepping closer until I’m positioned right between her spread knees, stroking my cock inches from her body. “I want to watch you fall apart while you stare at what you’re doing to me.”
“I’m close, but I need—” She gasps, her movements becoming more frantic. “I need… something…”
Without thinking, I reach out and wrap my hand around her throat, applying just enough pressure to make her breath catch. Her pulse hammers against my palm, and the trust she’s showing by letting me touch her this way makes my chest go tight.
