Page 132 of Fear of Intimacy

Fingers threaded through my hair as Tasha's moans filledthe room. If only I could record that sound and play it every day. Moving a hand, I brought it up to play with one of her nipples. With just enough pressure, I pinched it between my two fingers, earning a low groan from Tasha. Her fingers in my hair tightened.

When she laid her head back, those beautiful eyes leaving mine, I pulled my mouth away and lightly tapped her pussy. I smirked as she jolted up. Now she was definitely awake. Tasha tried to bring her legs together, but I easily kept them open with one hand.

"Eyes on me."

When she didn't say anything in response, I did it again. The sadistic part of me loved the sound that left her lips. I knew it didn't hurt as she was practically dripping. The way she was looking at me made me want to slide myself deep inside of her, but I had other plans.

"Touch yourself for me."

Tasha's eyes widened at my words.

"I... Um.." I could see the hesitation on her face. One thing about Tasha was she had a hard time letting go. Of letting herself be vulnerable in front of people, especially during sex. She was slowly opening up, but I didn't want her hesitating when it came to me.

Reaching forward, I gently ran the tips of my fingers down her slit, feeling her wetness. Moving so I was leaning over her slightly, I peered down at her.

"Do you trust me?" I tried to keep my voice light, but it was impossible with how turned on I was.

"Yes," she instantly replied. My fingers softly circled her clit, resulting in a gasp that made my cock throb.

"Then touch yourself for me." Her eyes darted from mine down to what my fingers were doing between her thighs. With each breath, her nipples brushed across my bare chest.

Keeping her eyes glued to mine, Tasha brought a handdown between our bodies and touched mine. Knowing she was still a bit nervous, I hooked my finger against hers and slowly moved it.

She could feel the difference in our fingers as we both rubbed her. Mine were more rough and calloused, while hers were softer. Using my knees, I kept her spread open as I hovered above her. I would wait until she was more comfortable before I sat back and watched.

Still seeing her shoulders tensed, I dipped my head down and placed kisses along her collarbone, the skin beneath my lips soft and smooth. I felt the sudden urge to mark her, littering her skin with bite marks and hickeys. I couldn’t even remember the last time I gave a woman one of those.

With both my mouth and our fingers, Tasha relaxed back into the bed. The wetness dripping over my fingers showed me she was more than turned on. Pulling away, I let her touch herself.

I kissed all over her chest, taking her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tight bud before moving to the next one. Giving them enough attention, I moved back onto my heels, watching her.

There was something so erotic about sitting there at the end of the bed, still clad in my boxers, while Tasha was completely naked, squirming against the bed with her hand between her thighs. Her face was flushed, and her eyes clouded over. Fuck, she was gorgeous.And all mine.

"That's it, baby," I praised.

My eyes were glued to her fingers as my own rubbed my hard-on through my underwear, groaning low in my throat. I had to physically stop myself from touching her. Watching her touch herself was going to be my undoing.

Tasha's eyes flicked from my face down to my crotch. The outline of my hard length was clear as day.

"Take them off, please," Tasha begged. I didn't need to beasked twice. I wasn't exactly graceful as I tugged them off and threw them onto the floor. The only reason I had them on in the first place was so I could sleep against Tasha without my dick begging to be inside of her. I needed a little bit of a barrier if we were going to get any sleep.

With her eyes on me, I grabbed myself and stroked from base to tip. She bit her lip as she watched me touch myself. I never actually did something like this before. I always made sure the girl was having a good time, giving me at least two orgasms, before finding my own pleasure. But sitting here stroking myself in front of someone was a level of vulnerability I rarely showed. Something Tasha and I were learning to be with each other.

"Do you like watching me, baby?"

"Yes," she moaned, matching the same pace as me.

My moans seemed to give her confidence. Spreading her legs even wider, Tasha dipped her fingers inside herself. I was now regretting making her touch herself instead of doing it myself.

With hooded eyes and a smirk on her face, Tasha fingered her pussy, knowing exactly what she was doing. The tables turned. Not that I minded. While I did like being in charge and bending Tasha to my will, it was incredibly sexy seeing her take what she wanted.

I was fully hers. She could have whatever she pleased.

I let her have a few minutes of control, stroking myself to the same rhythm and pace she set. Every second that passed, my control got closer to snapping. I could tell Tasha was about to come as a beautiful red blush crept across her chest and neck. Her legs started to shake, and her moans were getting louder and louder.

I squeezed myself tightly with my fist so I wouldn't come. Not yet. I needed to be inside her when I did that.

"Trevor!" My name on her lips was music to my ears. AsTasha came right before my eyes, the leash I had on myself unclipped. I slid back between her legs.

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