Page 57 of Bedroom Therapy

“I am with you.”

“I need to know this is turning you on as much as it’s turning me on.”

“It is. You know damn well it is.”

“Then show me. Unbutton the snap at the top of your pants. Open the fly of your pajamas. Let me see your cock,” she said, focusing on keeping her voice from quivering.

“I. . .”

“You have to play, too,” she said, wondering what she would do if he refused, because her body felt like she was going to explode.

For several racing heartbeats, she wondered if he was going to do what she asked. Then he reached down and opened the snap at the top of the pants, bringing his erection out of the fabric. He was red and swollen, and there was a drop of semen at the tip. She smiled as she thought that she had done this to him.

The head of his erection was pointed toward her, and when he let his hand drop away, it gave a small jerk.

She summoned the strength to say, “No.”

“No what?” he asked, his voice low and strained.

“Let me see you touch yourself. Let me see what makes you hot.”

She could see he didn’t want to do it. Well, too bad. She had said she wasn’t going to play this game by herself.

“Run your finger around the glans,” she said, then felt a thrill of triumph when he did it.

“Does that feel good?” she asked.

He didn’t speak, but she knew by the look on his face that it did.

“Your turn,” he growled. “Dip your fingers into your vagina, then drag them up to your clit.”

She knew it wouldn’t take much to make her self-destruct now. His words were almost enough to do it.

But she hung on to her resolve. “You too,” she demanded. “You stroke yourself, too. The way you do it when you make yourself come.”

He froze, and she thought for a moment that he was going to call a halt to the fantasy. Then his hand began to move. And hers did too. She kept her gaze on him as she felt herself rushing toward climax, stroking with her fingers, rocking her hips, listening to the sound of his breath rushing in and out of his lungs, watching his hand moving, hard and fast.

Her own need built as she touched herself and watched him doing the same. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Orgasm rocketed through her, just as she heard him gasp and saw his cock pumping as creamy liquid squirted from the tip.

She collapsed back against the cushions, breathing hard, watching the look of satisfaction—and surprise—that spread across his face.

Maybe he hadn’t expected to be this involved. But she’d made sure she wasn’t the only one participating intimately in the fantasy he’d set up.

Wordlessly, she held out her arms to him, and he came up to her end of the bed, gathering her to him.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “That was mind-blowing.”

“Yes.”

She waited for him to say more. She wanted to know how he felt about what they had just done. But she suspected he wasn’t going to tell her. Not yet.

Guys weren’t great at articulating their feelings. In some ways, what they’d done together was more intimate than if they’d had intercourse. And she wanted to tell him that—and have him share his feelings. But she suspected that if she tried to get into a conversation, he’d accuse her of spoiling the experience.

And perhaps he’d be right. What they’d just done existed in a place out of time. In another universe. He was still there with her, actually. And for now she would be content to have him hold her.

For a few moments, he did hold her, nuzzling his mouth against her neck and hair, stroking her damp skin under the robe that she still wore.

She was thinking that maybe they’d both be more comfortable if they got undressed. But she forgot what she was going to say when the stroking fingers moved to her breasts and down to the juncture of her legs. His touch was light, almost teasing. But she found her arousal building once again.

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