Page 69 of Peasants and Kings
I unzipped.
“Touch yourself.”
My eyes widened. “While you watch?”
“You did it the night we spent at The Mansion,” he reminded me. “Why are you shy now?”
“That was different,” I protested.
“Why?”
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” I admitted. “And that was only for a few seconds before you—”
“What about when you’re alone? Don’t you touch yourself when you’re alone?” he asked, his mouth turning up at the corners.
“Of course I touch myself,” I exclaimed. “But I’ve never done it in front of someone…”
“It’s the first of many new things we’ll do together, Eden. Now touch yourself. And make yourself come. I want to see you.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Close your eyes,” he said. “Pretend I’m not watching you. Make me the center of your fantasy.”
His eyes were stormy with want.
I kicked off my boots and shimmied my jeans down my legs, tossing them aside. Hadrian’s eyes roved hungrily over my bare legs and lace.
Black. French. Taunting.
“Close your eyes,” he said again.
I shut my eyes and skimmed my fingers up and down my upper thighs before resting my hand on the seam of my body. I slowly began to play with myself over my underwear, enjoying the tease of my fingers through the lace.
I pretended my fingers were Hadrian’s, rougher, blunter, more commanding than I could ever be. I finally slipped inside my underwear and touched myself.
Skin to skin.
I ached with the desire to be filled. I spread my legs wider and heard his breath catch. Could he see that I was wet through the fabric? Wet for him? Could he see what this was doing to me? Could he see how much I desired him even though he wasn’t even touching me?
I slid my fingers into my body, my thumb stroking the bundle of nerves between my legs.
“Hadrian,” I whispered, my eyes opening.
Our gazes locked; his cheeks were heightened with color and I could see the rise and fall of his chest.
“Keep going,” he orchestrated.
My free hand ventured underneath my sweater to pluck my hardened nipple.
“I want you to touch me,” I gasped.
“Not yet,” he said ruthlessly, his jaw clenched.
I closed my eyes and pleasured myself, knowing he watched, knowing he enjoyed the scene of me writhing on his bed.
I thought about how much better it would be if he was the one inside me, his fingers taking away the empty feeling. Pleasure bloomed between my legs and I shamelessly rode out my orgasm, my eyes shooting open to stare at him.
I’d barely made a sound when I came, my mouth open in a silent scream. No sooner had I removed my fingers than Hadrian unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants down including his boxers. He sprang free, large, ready—so damn appetizing, I wanted my mouth all over him.
