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“Are you satisfied now?” she whispers, putting the brush down on the vanity and my heart hurts from her loveliness. And I’m not satisfied. Not even close.
“Do you want me to leave?” I ask and her eyes flare.
“No!” she blurts, frantically looking around at the table she’s sitting by. “I’ll keep brushing if you want...”
There’s a tugging at the corners of my mouth and I shake my head. “I have something else in mind.”
She doesn’t meet my gaze, instead her eyes are fixed on the mirror.
“What is it?”
“Turn around for me,” I ask and her brows rise unassumingly and she turns around, making sure to keep her legs together and covers up with her robe. Not exactly what I was after but I enjoy seeing her face to face.
“What now?” she questions innocently as desire tears in me. It yanks and tugs and wrenches, not caring about what it destroys. I have to remind myself how sheltered she has lived and it is the only thing I’m thankful toward the Bryce’s for but it means I’m going to have to be careful with her.
My throat strains when I ask, “Will you spread for me? Let me see what’s mine?”
Two pale roses form on her cheeks and she stutters, “I c...can’t...”
“Only a little,” I repeat and she clutches the edges of her velvet seat, her eyes darting but then she takes a deep breath.
“Would it be very wrong if I did that?”
“No, it’s only me. And I won’t tell.”
The girl lets out a low sound and I stop breathing when her thighs spread, her robe falling to the side but she’s still being too coy, too secretive and I rasp, “Dove...”
She gets it, extending her thighs more to the side and I let out a painful hiss. She’s completely shaved and glistens until even her tight seam can’t hide just how wet her slit is. I knew she would be like this, I knew she would be better than a dream or a fantasy. I knew that nothing that is mine can be anything less than faultless.
I don’t know how long I stare at her, transfixed by her smoothness but then she lets out a whine, squirming. My eyes go to hers and she is even more flushed than before, her hands still clutching the chair and she’s breathing so hard that her breaths have caused her robe to slightly loosen.
Leaning forward, I clasp my hands in front of me, clenching them so that I won’t snatch her to me.
“Touch yourself,” I say and her eyes amplify. I nod in encouragement, “Do it while I watch.”
“B...but that would be wrong,” she stutters and everything that makes me a man starts burning. Her delicacy is so damn provocative that I almost want to protect her from even myself.
“No it wouldn’t,” I tell her and her shoulders ease a little. She leans forward some, her hand trembling but then she puts it on her thigh, close to her knee and I nod. “That’s it.”
When her hand moves farther up, I curse into my fist. Her skin must feel softer than cotton, luxurious but probably not softer than her femininity and I’m hungry for her to dip a finger in and watch her little body spasm and convulse.
I nod again, letting her know that I need more and her face strains beautifully when she puts her hand on herself and that heat must sting her palm because her eyes flare.
“Oh...” she breathes, “maybe this is e...enough?”
She’s too swollen for it to be enough and her arousal seeps between her fingers causing that burning in my throat again. Besides I want her to keep exploring. I hold my breath when she slowly slides her fingers up and down her folds. They swell underneath her toying and I want to grip my own throbbing length but I don’t want to take her out of what she’s doing.
“Stroke the middle,” I say between my teeth and when she does I add, “higher up.”
Her fingers press down and when they do, her whole body jolts.
“Bram...” she protests, her eyes turning glassy and she shudders but doesn’t take away her hand.
“You’ve never done this before?” I ask and she shakes her head, filling me with wonder and even more affection for her.
“Am I doing it right?” she asks and I almost let out a growl to let her know not to dare to stop.
“Yeah,” I rasp, “keep doing whatever feels good.” I curse inwardly when she takes my word for it and starts lashing her little clit, rubbing it and erasing a part of her innocence right in front of me.
