Page 39 of Body Shot

“Say it again,” I command. “My name.”

“Anders.” Her eyes flutter open as she turns to look at me.

“Keep your eyes on me.”

I increase the pressure between her legs, my finger sliding between her folds. I hate the fabric barrier keeping me from touching skin, but she’s rocking against me now, tiny little whimpers of pleasure escaping her. I back off the pressure, and she cries out, but catches herself in time to bury her face in my shoulder.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

Jordan starts to play ‘I’m on Fire’ by Bruce Springsteen.

It’s like he knows what we’re doing.

He probably does.

They all probably do.

Claudia’s the only one who isn’t aware that she’s right on the verge of coming.

I go back to stroking her clit, and slide the arm around her waist higher, so I can rub my thumb across her nipple.

Which is already hard.

Oh, fuck.

My dick is even harder.

“Anders…”

“Just keep saying my name.”

She’s close.

I feel her fluttering with need.

With arousal.

“Anders.” She’s panting now, her breath coming in short gasps as she struggles to keep everything in.

But it’s too late for that.

All I can do is guide her and hopefully drown out the sound of her cries.

“Oh, my God…” Her eyes widen and then she squeezes them shut, burying her face in my shirt as she cries out.

Fuuuck.

Watching her come is so damn hot.

I don’t even mind that I can’t get off too.

Well, not much anyway.

My hand is still pressed against her pussy, and she’s finally stopped moving.

“That was beautiful,” I whisper against her hair. “Did it feel good?”

“So good.” She slowly lifts her head and looks around, as if expecting everyone to be watching us.

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