With a deep breath, I answer his silent questions with actions instead of words.
First, I slowly remove my jeans and kick them to the side. His eyes widen, and I can see the fire behind them burning hot forme. Our eyes stayed locked, and seeing him want me like this has me biting down on my bottom lip.
He attempts to take another step toward me.
"No, I want you to watch," I say softly, but it sounds desperate as I push the words out with a rasp. I gulp and lick my lips, and then he groans as his head falls back slightly, combing a hand through his shaggy hair.
"Fuck, V. I want to see everything you want to show me."
I giggle at his words. I always seem to laugh when I shouldn't. I quickly recovered, nervous that my laugh ruined the moment I searched his eyes, but it only seemed to turn him on even more. He seems to like my idea, and he takes a few steps back and props a foot up on the wall as he leans against it. Crossing his arms over his chest with that god damn sexy crooked grin on his face. His eyes focus in on me as if his life depended on it.
"Take off your shirt." His voice is raspier than usual, and there's a greedy need behind his tone.
Instead of letting me take complete control like I was trying to, he takes over and talks me through it. Once my shirt is gone and thrown across the room, our eyes are still locked, and I'm feeling very vulnerable standing here on display in front of the boy I've had a crush on most of my life.
I am a little shy, but also I feel beautiful. How could I not feel beautiful with his eyes searching my body? He licks his bottom lip and bites down on it as he looks over my breast.
"Lose the bra and panties, babe. Let me see exactly what I'm about to get to enjoy."
I inhale a sharp breath as my eyes squeeze shut, and I feel myself soak in his words. Ander has always liked things in his life a certain way. He strives for perfection in everything he does, and I always tease him for being a tad OCD. It makes sense to me that he would want to be in control and tell me exactly what he wants. I also have no clue what I'm doing, so this makes it easier.It's turning me the fuck on hearing that raspy tone increase in his voice.
I do as I'm told. His eyes squeeze together a little in pleasure but don't shut as his head leans back and hits the wall. He courses a hand back and forth over his chin, looking me over intently as if he likes what he sees.
I'm standing here feeling a little awkward. I'm unsure what to do with my hands, and I catch myself swaying and shifting a little bit, but I don't speak. Ander is a man of few words, and I always feel I'm doing most of the talking. If he wants to do the talking right now, well damn, who am I to stop him? I hold his gaze, waiting for whatever he will say next.
"Do you ever play with yourself, V?"
"Mmm," I purr out and nod.
His smile widens like he likes that response. He looks so primal right now, and it's fucking hot.
"What do you think about when you touch yourself?" He growls out.
My core clinches at his question. My cheeks begin to flush with an awkward smile. I go quiet, feeling a little too embarrassed to respond. I shuffle on my feet and use one hand to block between my legs. I shrug and break his gaze as I look down to the floor.
"Drop the hand and answer the question, V. I want to know." his voice is slightly more commanding this time but not intimidating.
It'sdelicious.
"I think about you, Ander. I always think about you." My words come out shaky, and I'm nervous about his response.
I can tell he likes my response just because of the way he shifts on the wall. His eyes trace down my body and stop between my legs. He licks his lips again like he's hungry, and I'm the meal he wants to devour.
"Lay on the couch and show me. Show me how you touch yourself, but I want you to look at me instead of thinking about me. Eyes on me. Can you do that?"
He walks toward me and motions for me to go to the couch. I arch an eyebrow at him. I was a little embarrassed and very nervous. I bite my lips at his words as they send vibrations through my body. I take a deep breath in and walk to the couch. He follows behind me, stands against the wall across from the sofa, and removes all his clothes, leveling the score and making us even.
I gulp at the sight of him standing naked before me, but I do what he asks. I lay back on the couch; my hand trails down my body as I stare at the ceiling.
"Look at me, Babe," he demands softly.
I look over at Ander, and he's taking his cock in his hand, stroking up and down the length. I can't help but stare as I let out a soft moan. Watching him touch himself in front of me makes me more at ease and comfortable. My hands meet my slit, and I press down firmly on my sensitive bud of nerve endings. I begin to rub in circular motions.
"Good girl, now just enjoy yourself, and once you're done, we can enjoy each other." He breathes out. I return with a nod as I keep rubbing. At this point, it feels too good even to consider stopping.
Our eyes are locked on one another's body, and we match each other's pace. My heart is racing, and my breathing is getting heavier. I let out some soft moans as the pleasure takes over my body. It doesn't take long for me to get close to the edge of an orgasm.
With my thumb still firmly rubbing circles on my sensitive clit, I slide a finger inside and pump softly to help me get closer to finishing as my opposite hand cups my breast.
