Page 23 of The Demon's Tongue

I chuckle, pushing off the door and taking a step closer. "Immensely," I admit. "But that's beside the point. This is about you, Geneva. About your determination and your resolve." I reach out, tilting her chin up so she's forced to look at me. "Now, drop the towel."

Her eyes search mine for a moment before she takes a deep breath and lets the towel fall to the floor. She's standing there,naked and vulnerable, her arms wrapped around herself in a futile attempt to cover up.

"Good," I murmur, my voice low. "Now, touch yourself."

She hesitates again, her arms still wrapped tightly around her body. I can see the wheels turning in her head, the internal struggle playing out across her face.

Geneva's hands tremble as she tentatively begins to explore her own body, her eyes locked onto mine, seeking guidance. I can see the curiosity blossoming in her eyes, the pink flush spreading across her face. She's in uncharted territory, and it shows.

"Relax," I murmur, my voice low and steady. "This isn't a race. Take your time."

She swallows hard, her hands moving slowly, uncertainly. I step closer, my gaze never leaving hers. I reach out, gently guiding her hands, showing her the right rhythm as her trembling fingers find her clit. Her breath hitches, her cheeks flushing a deeper red.

"That's it," I encourage, my voice barely above a whisper. "Feel it. Embrace it."

She bites her lip, a soft moan escaping her. Her eyes flutter closed, her body responding to her own touch. I can see the pleasure building, the tension coiling within her.

"Calix," she whispers, her voice barely audible.

"I'm here," I reply, my hands still guiding hers. "You're doing so well, Geneva. Don't stop."

Her breath comes in short gasps now, her body arching slightly. I can feel her heart racing, her pulse quickening. She's close, so close.

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "Now, touch me," I whisper, guiding her free hand to the bulge in my pants.

Her eyes fly open, her gaze meeting mine. There's a moment of hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty. But then, her hand pressesagainst me, her fingers tracing the length of me through the fabric. I groan, my hips instinctively pressing forward.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

"Just like that," I reply, my voice rough with desire. "Don't stop, Geneva. Don't stop touching yourself. Don't stop touching me."

Her hand moves tentatively, exploring, learning. I can feel the heat of her touch, the pressure of her fingers. It's intoxicating, maddening. I want more. I want her.

But for now, this is enough. This is everything.

I unfasten my pants, freeing myself, giving her better access. Her eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me—long, thick, and pulsing with a desire that's becoming harder to control. She trails her hand along the length, gripping softly, and fuck, my breath hitches in my throat.

"Tighter," I instruct, my voice rough. Her fingers wrap around me, squeezing gently. "That's it. Now move your hand, up and down."

She follows my lead, her hand stroking me slowly. It's tentative at first, but she finds her rhythm, her confidence growing with each stroke. Her eyes are locked onto mine, seeking approval, guidance.

"Like this?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper.

"Just like that," I reply, my hips moving in time with her hand. "Don't forget about yourself, Geneva. Keep touching that sweet spot."

Her free hand moves back between her legs, her fingers circling her clit. Wetness pools down her legs, coating her fingers in that sweet sheen. Her breath comes in short gasps, her body responding to her own touch, to the feel of me in her hand. It's intoxicating, watching her pleasure herself while she pleasures me.

"Calix," she moans, her hand tightening around me. I groan, my hips bucking forward. She's a quick learner, this one.

"That's it, Geneva," I encourage, my voice low. "Feel it. Feel the pleasure building?"

"Mhm."

Her eyes flutter closed, her body arching slightly. She's bringing herself closer to the edge. I can feel her heart racing, her pulse quickening. Her hand moves faster, her grip tightening on my cock tightening.

Suddenly, her eyes fly open, her gaze meeting mine. There's a fire burning in those green depths, a hunger that matches my own. She's not just doing this because I told her to. She's doing this because she wants to, because she craves the release as much as I do.

And that's fucking hot.

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