Page 102 of Revolve
“Can you take your shirt off?” she asks.
I pull it over my head and wait for whatever else she wants. “Sweats?” I ask. She nods, and I drop my sweats, tossing them aside. “Good?”
Then, as if she’s afraid she’ll lose whatever’s driving her, she scrambles to lie back.
I bite my knuckle, staying still, almost regretting not letting her just use me instead of the damn vibrator. She lets one hand travel up her shirt to touch her nipples, while the other moves the happily whirring device down, down, down until I can’t fucking breathe.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, arching her back. It’s a sight I burn ontomy brain. Fucking engrave it there for eternity. I want to see this before I die.
She looks at me again, holding the vibrator over her clit. “I want to see you,” she says. “But only if you want me to,” she adds quickly.
Her words hit me harder than I expected. I’ve masturbated in front of women before, but none who were trying to pleasure themselves for the first time. It feels intimate, vulnerable, yet even in the heat of her own impending orgasm, she wants to see me—ifI want to show her. It intensifies the sensation in my chest. I want to give her whatever she needs from me. She couldtake,take,take, and I’dgive,give,givelike a fucking madman.
“You want us to come together, Sierra? Just from watching each other?”
She moans so loud, if Lidia were in the next room, she’d hear it.
I pull my cock out of my boxers, stroking it, giving in to it all, everything I’ve imagined. Her toes curl and her lips part, eyes glued to my hand.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I say.
“How you feel inside me.”
Fucking hell this girl is going to be the death of me. “Spread your thighs wider, Sierra. Show me how much you need this.”
When she does, I almost come right there. But I grip the base of my dick to slow myself down. Ineedto see Sierra come first, so I try to think of anything but the girl moaning my name as she touches her dripping pussy to the sight of me. When her knees fall together again, I can’t take it.
I hold her legs open as I kneel between them, watching her shake uncontrollably. “Dylan. I can’t,” she cries out.
“I know, baby,” I whisper, pumping my cock. “You’re doing so good.”
“Touch me,” she whispers. “Please.”
I didn’t plan on it, but I’m not an idiot. A woman tells you to do something in a voice like that, you do it. I slide my hands up her inner thighs to her tits, cupping each one in my hands, running my thumbs over her nipples, and watch the patchwork of red on her body. Those are the only marks I want her thinking about. Where I’ve touched and teased her, leaving reminders she’ll see for days. Until I get to give her new ones.
“You don’t have to say please, Sierra,” I say, taking her nipple into my mouth. “Not when you’re with me.”
“I’m coming,” she breathes. I pull back and stroke myself just as her face contorts. She moans before I see her pleasure crest then implode all at once, just as mine does.
The whirring stops, and she goes limp, staring up at the ceiling. “What the hell is that thing?”
“That good?” I ask, pulling up my boxers.
She barely nods, then drags me to her lips. Her skin is hot, and each breath she takes makes her chest brush against mine. “I’ve never done that before.” She moves to sit up. “Why haven’t I done that before? I feel like I’m floating.”
“You just needed me all along,” I say.
“That had nothing to do with you. It was all me.” She sounds so fucking cocky, I love it.
I kiss her again, unable to resist. “You’re right. It was all you.”
I go to the bathroom to clean up and bring a wet towel for her. Her legs still shake as I clean the insides of her thighs. I discard the towel, and when I come back, she’s already got her shorts on. I pull up my sweats and notice that she’s avoiding eye contact.
That dark hole in my chest gets bigger.She wants me to leave.
“Dylan,” she starts, but I can’t hear it. I don’t think I’d survive. I agreed to do this with her, to teach her how to make herself feel good. That doesn’t mean I’d take advantage of that just to soothe my own aches. I won’t overstep. This is just sex, and I’m good at that.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I say, going over to kiss her forehead. “Night, Sierra.”
