Page 200 of Love Me Stalk Me
She doesn't realize that I'll be the only one she ever gets naked for again.
I breathe through it.
"Take your time," I tell her, my voice smooth, coaxing. "But I want you completely bare for me."
She hesitates for just a second more, then slowly, her hands move lower.
And I watch. Because she asked for this experience. Because she wants this connection. Because I crave it more than my next fucking breath.
"I..." she lets out a nervous little laugh, shaking her head, her hands stilling. "This is so embarrassing."
I adjust the remote in my grip. "Why?" I flip the toy on.
She gasps, her thighs clenching, her entire body jolting from the sudden sensation.
Her reaction is fucking perfect.
She bites her lip, eyes darting from the screen to the toy, her grip tightening just slightly as it buzzes against her skin.
"You touch yourself when you're alone," I continue, voice smooth, controlled. "Why is this any different?"
She presses the toy against her skin, grazing it over her thighs, up the softness of her stomach, teasing herself with it, dragging it over the fabric of her pajama shorts.
She lets out a tiny whimper.
Fucking hell.
I click the power higher, and she shudders, arching just slightly against the bed, her lips parting as a breathy sound escapes her throat. Her reaction is instant, her body responding to my control, to me. The ache in my cock for her is nearly unbearable.
"Slide your shorts down," I instruct, voice thick.
She hesitates and I turn the toy off.
"Caleb..." she breathes, her lips red and kiss-swollen from how much she's been biting them.
"Do it, pretty girl."
A beat of silence.
Then—slowly, tentatively—she pushes the waistband down, lifting her hips just enough to shimmy out of them, leaving her completely bare.
I groan, watching as she lays back against the pillows, cheeks flushed, thighs still pressed together. Her fingers hover over the toy, hesitation written in the slight tremble of her hand, the way her brows pull together.
I know what she needs. Reassurance. Permission.
"Take your top off too, pretty girl."
Her breath catches.
"Caleb—"
"You don't need to hide from me. I want to see all of you."
She hesitates, hands hovering at the hem of her tank top. And then, slowly, carefully, she peels it off, revealing all of her. My cock jerks painfully in my sweatpants, my entire body locking tight as I drink her in.
Fucking hell. Every inch of her is stunning.
Full, soft curves. Tight, peaked nipples. Skin flushed from arousal, glistening in the soft light.
