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He braced a hand behind himself to keep from falling to the blanket beneath them and losing whatever view she was about to present him with. Like fuck he was going to miss this. His cock sprang up, hard and swollen, the head an angry red and leaking.
“You asked me before, if I touched myself.”
His heart thundered.
“Show me how to touch you.” Fyre’s words were low but there was not a shred of uncertainty in them.
How the hell had he gotten so lucky? Fyre was shy about many things, but this? Out here, in the middle of the day, she asked him to jerk off so she could learn what he wanted? Luckiest fucking guy in the world.
Readjusting his left hand behind him to better support himself, he took his right and curved it around his dick. Bemoaning the loss of her touch, he took solace in the fact that she was mesmerized by his grip on himself. Flicking his gaze down to her hands, he watched her fist the material of her skirt tight. But she didn’t cover herself again.
He approved.
“It varies, how I like it. Sometimes hard and sometimes gentle. It would be easier for me to show you with your hand here, baby. I could tell you then.”
Up and down he worked his fist, twisting slightly with each tug.
She didn’t answer, and he looked back up at her face and saw the stark hunger there she was not able to hide. Her hips were miming small thrusts, as if she were recalling him driving into her, over and over.
Her legs were on either side of his and he knew she was on a solid foundation, so he jerked his chin at her. “Touch yourself.”
Fyre held her skirt tighter as she snapped her gaze to his.
“Touch yourself for me, baby.” Her tongue peeked out before vanishing. “Show me as I show you. One hand, use the other to hold your skirt up higher, so I can see all of you,” he coaxed.
She obeyed, and the moment her index finger slipped through her pussy lips, he very nearly lost control again. This woman, a woman of a station he never would have looked at over in England, had come into his life and set it on its end. He had already come in his breeches like an untried youth at one fucking touch from her. And now here she was, barely touching herself, and he was ready to do it again.
Fyre shifted on his legs, widening her own a bit. He stared at the hunger on her face for a moment before returning his gaze to where her finger slid and circled her clit. He tightened his grip, determined that she would be coming first.
“Show me what pleases you. What you do in the night when you think of me.”
She sank her teeth into her plump lower lip even as she moaned his name.
Fuck, he wasn’t going to survive this.
Fyre wasn’t entirely sure what had happened to make her so brave and shameless this sunny afternoon. But, straddling Phillip’s legs, she was showing him how she pleasured herself. Sort of. His name slipped out, but she was trying to keep it contained.
Her nub was stiff and sent shockwaves through her each time she touched it. She wasn’t able to pull her gaze from his cock. Beautiful. She wanted to put her mouth on it. Thinking of being on her knees before him while he thrust it deep made her pussy clench. Without thinking, she pushed her finger in completely and moaned.
Phillip jerked, reminding her she wasn’t alone with her fantasy. He was right here before her, his thick length so close she could touch it. She had touched it before she’d gotten shy and asked him to show her. Truth was, she wanted to explore. Him.
One finger turned to two as she pumped her wrist. She kept time with Phillip’s strokes. His eyes were locked on where her fingers dipped inside her, while she couldn’t stop watching the pearly drops that oozed from his cock. She licked her lips and used her thumb on her clit.
It was too much and she stiffened, back arching as she shattered around her fingers, Phillip’s name falling from her lips once more.
“Fuck, that is beautiful.”
Heat sliced up her cheeks but she didn’t look away from his hungry gaze.
“Tell me what you want, Fyre.” His tone was thready and she knew he was on the edge.
She pulled her fingers from her slit and he opened his mouth. Without hesitation, she slipped them in and moaned as he sucked her flavor from them.
“I want to taste you.”
His gray eyes darkened to nearly black. “Fyre…” It was a low rumble of thunder coming from his mouth.
She readjusted so she was between his legs instead of hers being over his. Her skirts were haphazardly down but not completely. She licked her lips and nodded. “I want to be here, on my knees, tasting you.”
