Page 124 of Scandalous Contract
"Now, let one hand trail down your stomach, slowly. I want to watch you touch yourself."
I obeyed, my fingers gliding over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps.
“Lower,” he instructed.
I inched lower and lower until I reached the apex of my thighs. I hesitated.
"Don't stop," Julian urged. "Plant your feet on the mattress and spread your legs for me."
Knees up, I parted my thighs, exposing myself to the camera. My fingers found my center. I was already wet with anticipation.
“Are you wet, baby?” he asked.
“I am.”
“Raise your fingers and let me see.”
Gush!That order only made me wetter. I slid my fingers between my silken folds and raised them for him to see.
“Fuck, Stefanie, your fingers are glistening with your juices.”
Gush!
"Rub your juices over your clit, baby.”
I began to circle my clit, gasping at the sensation.
“Yes. Just like that. You're so beautiful," he murmured. "Watching you touch yourself is the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
My hips jerked at his words.
"That's it," he said. "Tell me what you're feeling."
"I'm... I'm close," I moaned. "It feels so good."
"Good," he said. "Let yourself go. I want to watch and hear you cum. Rub your clit faster, baby."
I did as I was told, working my clit faster, my hips jerking as I grew closer and closer to reaching my peak.
“Grip your breast with your other hand, baby. Squeeze it for me.”
I did so, cupping my breast and squeezing it roughly as I massaged my clit.
“You look so fucking gorgeous, Stefanie,” he praised. “Grind against your fingers.”
I rolled my hips, bucking against my fingers.
“Just like that. Faster. Grind faster for me, love.”
My thighs trembled, breath catching as my fingers worked over my clit. I kept my eyes locked on the blinking light, on him, knowing he was watching. Knowing he could see everything made it hotter. Dirtier.
“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he said, voice low, gravelly.
“My body’s on fire,” I whispered. “I’m aching everywhere.”
“Watching you touch yourself like that...” His voice deepened. “It’s driving me fucking crazy. My cock is so hard it hurts.”
A needy sound escaped me, half gasp, half moan. The way he said it, the rawness in his tone... it did something to me.
