I know I should look away, should grant her privacy, but I’m not like my brothers. I can’t peel my eyes off the perfection of her flesh.
Her breasts are perky, each one easily a handful, her nipples a light, dusky pink and currently beaded.
As I watch, transfixed, she pinches her nipple and cries out again.
Her free hand plays with her perfect pussy, her fingers disappearing into her folds.
She hasn’t seemed to have noticed me yet, so I take the moment to study her unencumbered.
Perfection.
She’s fucking perfection.
Mine.
She’s mine.
A growl rattles my chest, and her hands freeze. She snaps her head up.
“Rafael?” She doesn’t look embarrassed at being caught touching herself. Confusion creases her brows and draws down her lips. “What…?”
“Keep playing with your pretty pussy, little bird,” I growl, my lust blossoming, tinged with desperation.
Impulse demands I charge forward. Replace her hands with mine—or my cock.
But I stand perfectly still, my hands fisted by my sides.
“W-what?” She cocks her head to the side.
“Play. With. Your. Pussy.”
She swallows, and one of her fingers swirls through her folds in a way I can tell she likes. Her chest flushes, and her eyelids flutter.
“Add another finger,” I instruct, my gaze riveted to the show she’s unintentionally putting on.
Does she have any idea how sexy she is? How perfect?
A whimper catches in her throat as a second finger joins the first, the two of them scissoring in her tight cunt.
“Leave your hand in your pussy, but play with your tits.” My nails dig into my palms with the restraint it takes not to cup myself, not to stroke my throbbing cock in tandem to her fingers pistoning in and out of her pussy.
Thea grips her nipple between her thumb and pointer finger and begins to tug and twist at it.
“Yes, just like that.” I lick my lips. “Does that feel good, little bird?”
“Yes,” she pants out, her eyes snapping open, tears filling them. “So fucking good.”
“Did you masturbate often before you arrived here?” I keep my tone impassive. Conversational, almost.
Only someone who knows me well could hear the heat underneath it.
“It doesn’t…” She breaks off, a gasp escaping her.
“Yes?” I arch an eyebrow, encouraging her to continue.
“It doesn’t… I mean, it didn’t feel as good then as it does now.”
A smile curls up my lips.
