Voyeur

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“Don’t move,” I say.

I twist my fist into the crisp, cool bed sheet beneath me. My other hand rests on my naked stomach, inches away from the top of my mound.

Ian shifts in the armchair at the foot of the bed. I raise an eyebrow. He immediately stills.

“I mean it,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “If you so much as reach for me, I’ll stop everything, get dressed, and leave.”

He frowns, but nods. He understands. He always does. He just can’t help himself.

“Ready?” I say

“Yes.” He speaks through gritted teeth.

“Tell me again what we agreed to.” I slip my hand farther down my navel till I’m grazing the top of my thigh.

His Adam’s apple moves with a single swallow. His pale skin glows red. Everything from his face to his toned, naked chest flushes crimson.

“I get to watch first,” he says, his voice guttural. “Then I can join you, when you tell me to.”

I nod, feeling my hair tangle against the pillow. “Good.”

I shut my eyes and focus on the waves of cool air coming from the ceiling fan above me. Each slow swoop that hits my bare skin feels like heaven in this stuffy apartment.

My hand glides from my thigh to my folds. I dip my middle finger in and moan. So warm and wet. My fingers shift to my most sensitive spot. The pads of my first two fingers move in tiny circles.

A strangled gasp leaves Ian. I smirk, my eyes still closed. It’s heaven tormenting him like this, making him watch, knowing every muscle in his perfect body is aching to lurch from the chair and ravage me. He loves it though. He’s told me countless times how watching me is his favorite. It’s how we always start to play.

I open my eyes. His fists white-knuckle both arms of the chair. He’s staring at me, unblinking. Every muscle in his jaw bulges through his milky skin. If I weren’t breathing and moaning so loudly, I bet I could hear the grind of his teeth. My eyes fall to his lap. His gray boxer briefs do little to mask the hard angle underneath. He’s barely hanging by a thread.

I tilt my head to the side with a whimper. I relish this feeling, knowing I’m making him this hot.

My fingers work at a frenzied pace. My moans grow. It’s been only minutes, but I won’t last much longer.

The heat builds, then crests. I’m using the entire palm of my hand now. When my climax crashes over me, I’m shouting, cursing, panting, groaning. My arms and legs flail. Each calf cramps. My back arches so high that the top of my head presses against the mattress. I get a nice upside down view of Ian’s headboard.

When I come down, I glance at him again. He still grips the chair for dear life.

“Good job,” I say with a heavy exhale.

“Can I?” His voice is so raspy, it makes me chuckle.

I nod and make a come hither motion with my hand. “Do your worst.”

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7 thoughts on “Voyeur

  1. Holy hot damn. Whew.

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  2. Wow. At 0330 a rather hot read, thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Wow. Oh my god. That’s so hot. I need a cool breeze after that! Or maybe a cold drink? 😉🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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    1. LOL! So happy you liked it! Maybe a dip in the lake would help? 😛

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