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She pinches her nipples through the satin of her nightie, letting out a wee moan and rocking her hips. My gaze is pinned to her hands, and I track their every movement as she skims her palms down her belly with deliberate slowness. Her hands breeze over her hips and down onto her thighs. The seductress lets one palm hover there, flat on her left thigh, and sweeps the other up and under the nightie's hem. Though I can't see what she's doing under that fabric, I picture her fingers grazing her mound. Her neck arches, and her head tilts back as her eyes flutter shut.
"No," I all but growl, "donnae close your eyes. Please, Calli, look at me while you do this."
She opens her eyes, and our gazes lock onto each other as if they're bound by an invisible force, a power borne of lust and something deeper, something she refuses to acknowledge. But I know what it is. She has feelings for me, whether she wants to or not. Neither of us can stop it from happening, but the difference is that I don't want to stop it.
And I definitely don't want her to stop showing me how she touches herself.
Beneath her nightie, I can see her fingers moving and imagine she must be stroking herself, rubbing up and down her slick flesh. She keeps her focus on me while she moves her hand and her fingers underneath the satin fabric. My mouth falls open, and heavy breaths huff out of me, while she rubs herself harder and faster. My gaze darts to her groin, to where I know her fingers work her flesh though I can't see it. Her hips gyrate, and her legs move in a restless rhythm. I rip my focus away from her groin to watch her face again, though I'm desperate to get a peek at what she's doing to herself. Myslatis thickening, and my breathing has grown so labored I start to feel almost lightheaded.
"Watch me touch myself," she says. "Please. I'll keep my eyes open and watch your face."
I blow out a heavy breath, nodding, and level my gaze on her hand moving beneath the nightie.
With her other hand, she eases the fabric higher to reveal a glimpse of her rosy, glistening flesh and her fingers whisking over it, while her breaths shorten into sharp gasps.
I suck in a long, deep breath to inhale the scent of her. With my eyes almost closed, I smile with intense satisfaction. "You smell like everything I've ever wanted."
She scrapes her middle finger up her cleft and onto her clit, rubbing the rigid nub with ruthless strength and speed like she's frantic to achieve release. I see the moment it hits. Her back bows up off the bed even while she keeps stroking herself hard and fast, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from her own body. When she collapses onto the bed, her hands slack on her thighs, I can't stop staring at her with slitted eyes, my mouth tight.Bod an Donais. Watching Calli make herself come is now my favorite sexual experience ever.
"How was it?" I grind out the words.
"Good," she says between heavy breaths. "But nowhere near as good as when you touch me."
Ducking my head, I shift my hips in an attempt to alleviate my discomfort, but my cock won't be satisfied until I take matters into my own hands. I exhale a shaky breath. "Excuse me."
I scramble off the bed, staggering toward the doorway, almost limping. My cock has never been harder, and it's difficult to walk a straight line in this condition.
"Wait," she says, and I hesitate with my hand on the knob. "Are you running away to relieve your needs in the bathroom? Like you did this morning?"
Body rigid, I growl out a frustrated noise as I glance back at her. "Aye."
"You don't have to leave the room." She pushes up into a semi-sitting position, her legs outstretched and her hands on the bed, holding her up. "I want to watch."
"No, you don't." I tip my head from one side to the other, my shoulders bunching, while I avoid looking at her. "Ye donnae want to see my—"
"Come on, I've seen your penis before."
I growl again, letting my head fall back. "Not that. Ye donnae want to see my—to see me—what happens when I—"
"When you come? I can handle seeing you ejaculate."
"Cannae control it." I shove a hand through my hair, clenching my fingers. "After watching you… Never been this hard before."
"It's okay." She rises onto her knees. "Let me see you pleasure yourself, Aidan. It's only fair, since I let you see me."
Let her watch? No lass has ever suggested that. I twist my head to gawp at her. "Are ye sure?"
She nods, beckoning me with one hand.
I take halting steps back to the bed.
Smiling, she pats the mattress in front of her.
And I settle onto the bed. My erection bulges large and hard inside my jeans, the reddened tip peeking out where the button is undone.
She grasps the zipper and eases it downward.
I haul in a deep breath and let it out slowly while my eyes slide shut. My cock springs free.
