Page 24 of Solanum

"What about the conditions? You always have conditions," she teased before taking a swig of soda. Her eyes glittered with playfulness and her eagerness showed in the way she fidgeted around on the bed.

"You're right. I do." I leaned back on my hands, crossing my feet at the ankles. "You let me watch you make yourself come."

"No way." She shook her head. "The whole point is you making me come."

"How about this…" I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees. "You get naked, masturbate until you're almost about to come, then I'll finish you off."

Nora let out a dramatic, high-pitch sigh as she flopped back into the pillows. "You're the best friend with benefits in the universe."

"You know it." I swatted her leg before stealing the chips. "First, we finish eating while I watch you squirm thinking about what I plan to do to you."

"So mean." She scrunched her nose at me. "Making me wait."

"You have no idea." I grinned while watching her. "First, did you break your promise?"

"What promise?"

"Did you tell anyone that you've let me fuck you?"

"No…" Nora's brow smoothed suddenly.

"That was a lie." I tossed my empty sandwich wrapper in the bag. "Who did you tell, Nora?"

"Just Anita." She held her hands up in surrender. "In confidence. You know she's a vault."

"She might be a vault, but you broke the rules." I shook my head. "I should tell you to go fuck yourself, literally, instead."

"I couldn't help it." Her lips arched in a small frown, but only made her appear more endearing and cuter. "I tell her everything…mostly."

"You need to keep your pretty little lips sealed, Nora. For real. I, personally, don't feel like finding a second career before I turn forty. And I'm pretty sure you don't either."

"I know." She dropped her head back against the headboard. "I just blurted it out."

"No more blurting." I chugged some soda, then said, "Get naked while I figure out how to punish you for your indiscretion."

She laughed then, her spirits lifting immediately when I confirmed that I wouldn't deny her. I stood from my spot on the bed, and flicked off the overhead lights, leaving just the bedside lamps. My thoughts spiraled as I fought to keep most of my feelings from making it to the surface. Honoring my mental process, preparing myself to scene with Nora, even though she didn't know that's what I coined it, wasn't any different than the many submissive women I indulged at Leather & Lace. This was no different. She wanted the same thing as they did, and I wanted to give it to her just the same.

When I returned from my brief trek to the trashcan near the door, Nora pulled the blankets back on her bed, and already peeled herself out of her top. Her hands trembled with anticipation, and I fought to hide the grin that tried to push its way to my lips. I loved how excited she became. How she ached to play with me the few times we braved those waters together.

She slipped her shorts down her legs, glancing at me over her shoulder while I checked out her perfect, round ass. Damn, I ached to spank her. For real though, not just playful swats.

"How come you never get naked with me?" she asked, coming to stand in front of me.

"Because this isn't about me, it's about you." I brushed the backs of my knuckles over her perky tits. "I want it about you."

"Do you come when you fuck me?" she asked. Despite her direct question, the luscious coyness returned to her when she bit her lip. I adored when she looked at me like that, and I ran my knuckle over her cheek.

"Sometimes." I nodded to the bed. "Show me how you fuck yourself, Nor. The way you do when no one else is watching." I grinned when I said it, drawing the focus away from her questioning.

I saw her teeth chatter, and she gripped my arm when she made to climb back in bed. Her unsteady gait and shaky movements told me of both her level of arousal and her need. I pressed my hand to her back, steadying her as she climbed onto the bed. I joined her, sitting on the edge while she rolled onto her back. Her hand fell between her thighs, her fingers resting on her mons an inch from her pussy while her gaze lingered on mine.

"Is this how you masturbate usually? In this position?" I asked, nudging her thighs wider apart which she allowed me to do. Her soaked, pink pussy called to me like some sort of lure to the fucking floppy fish that I was in her presence. Except she didn't know, or at least, didn't show it.

"Yes." She gulped, and a wave of goosebumps coated her flesh. Her nipples hardened, and she gnawed her bottom lip.

"Show me how you like it." I ran my knuckle up and down her inner thigh. "Just a little bit."

Trembling fingers began stroking her clit in uncoordinated circles. Glistening wetness coated her folds in a sheen I ached to taste.

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