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I scoot away from him several inches, putting a little distance between us.
He tries to pull me back into him, but I immediately scoot away again.
He sighs quietly but doesn't try to pull me back this time.
We lay in silence for a long time. I try to sleep, but I can't. Ifeelhim in the bed with me. Eventually, I can't stand it anymore. It's too much. I slowly slip my hand between my legs, desperate to relieve a little of the pressure.
I'm so wet I should probably be concerned.
A tiny whimper escapes my lips when I slip my hand into my panties.
"Catriona?"
"Y-yes?" I whisper, my finger rolling over my clit. And oh God, I should stop. I know I should. But I do it again, too far gone to care if he's awake. If he knows what I'm doing.
"Are you fucking touching yourself?" he snarls.
I whine his name instead of answering, guilt crashing like cymbals in my chest.
"Jesus Christ," he says.
What am I doing?
Tears prick at my eyes.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, moving to pull my hand out of my panties.
Andreas grips my wrist in his hand suddenly, halting me. His breath comes in a ragged pant. "Finish it," he growls.
I freeze, barely even breathing. My gaze flies to his even though it's too dark to make out much of him. "W-what?"
"Finish it, little one," he demands. "Touch your little cunt until you cream all over your fingers for me. Let me hear how wet you are and how sweet you sound when you're crying out for me."
"Andreas."
"Do it, Catriona," he growls.
I jump to obey this time, circling my clit with my fingers. My back arches up from the bed, a whine leaving my lips. His hand is still locked around my wrist, almost as if he's helping me. It feels…dirty. Sexy. I moan his name, circling my clit again.
"Fuck," he grits out.
The bed shifts.
I cry out as he yanks my panties midway down my thighs, straddling my legs at the same time.
The lamp on the bedside table clicks on.
The first thing I see is the inferno blazing in his eyes. They're the blackest midnight, sucking me into forever. His cheeks are flushed, his face a thundercloud. He's not mad though, not really. He's so turned on he can't think straight.
My stomach clenches, arousal flowing between my thighs.
And then I see his fist wrapped tightly around his massive erection and swallow hard. He's…wow. I've seen porn before, but I always thought dicks were kind of ugly. Not his. It's beautiful, just like the rest of him. He's long and thick, the broad head slick with moisture. Thick veins run down the underside of his shaft.
"Play with yourself," he orders me, his eyes locked on my face. "Let me see you take yourself there while you're moaning my name."
Oh, God.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, my heart racing. He's watching me like he can't look away. It should make me shy and embarrassed, but it doesn't. Some unfamiliar part of myself bubbles to the surface, eager to please this man. That part likes the way he's looking at me as if I'm the only thing that exists in his world in this moment. That part wants to be a little bit naughty and touch myself while he watches.
