Page 38 of Always, Axel

“Don’t be shy, Natalie. No one will know but us. Only for me. Show me how fucking perfect you look when you touch your pussy for me. Stick your hand in your panties and rub your fingers over your clit.”

My hand trembled slightly as I slid it down to the hem of my dress that was bunched up over my upper thighs. Our shortened breaths cut through the silence of the room. I tugged the material up to my pelvis.

“Go on.” He clasped my thighs so tight, as if he were restraining himself. His eyes were zeroed in on my plain white panties.

I delved my fingers under the waistband, skimming my clit, and bit my bottom lip. I felt my cheeks flush as Axel rumbled, “Christ, Natalie.” His eyes were hooded. “Keep touching yourself.”

I slowly moved my fingers up and down over my clit and felt myself getting slicker. I knew I’d be embarrassed later, but right now, I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was chasing this elusive high that made my body strum with uncontrollable need.

“How does it feel?” he asked coarsely, and his hand drew over the tent in his pants, gripping his erection.

“So good,” I choked out, because the sensations were building into something indescribable. Lust filled the air, and I was burning with need.

He bent down, moving closer until his face was mere inches from my hand. “Slide your finger inside your pussy.” His breaths were heavy, falling over my hand through the material.

I pushed a finger inside, amazed at how slick I was.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped. “You are so fucking wet, aren’t you?”

I nodded jerkily.

“Now push your finger in and out, slowly.”

I did, and a current of pleasure started to build, and I felt somewhat naughty doing this in front of him. I thumbed my nub, increasing the sensations. Pressure was building, and the more I moved my hand, the higher it climbed.

“Damn, I can see how wet you are. I can only imagine how your pussy would feel strangling my thick cock.”

“Oh, god,” I breathed shamelessly, imagining how it would be, too. I pushed harder, deeper, and my breaths turned into little moans.

“You’re about to come.” His nose grazed the back of my hand. “I can smell it.”

“Uh-huh,” I moaned, consumed as I soared higher and higher. I felt his hand slide under my dress and travel up my stomach to my breast. I pumped my pelvis against my hand, knowing I was about to burst into a million pieces. My thighs tightened painfully as I climaxed, clenching around my finger.

A low rumble vibrated from his chest, and his thumb dipped under my bra and swirled over my nipple, heightening the sensations as I floated back down to Earth. I slumped forward, feeling weightless, still panting as if I’d run a marathon. I could feel strands of my hair stuck to my temple.

His thumb drifted over my nipple before his hand fell away. He adjusted his still-rock-hard erection. “Fuck. That was beautiful.”

I dropped my hand and braced myself on the counter, trying to regain my bearings. I felt sated and had the wild urge to cuddle him, but I stopped myself. Axel had an unreadable expression on his face.

Reality sank in about what I’d done, and I straightened my dress.

“You’re not going to dinner with them,” he warned softly.

“Says who?”

“Says me.” Before I knew what was happening, he reached under my dress and tugged my panties off me.

“What are you doing? Give those back.” I tried to snag them from him, but he yanked them out of my reach, rising to his full height.

“Nope. I’m keeping these.” He gazed at me with a smug look and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.

I could feel my skin burn in frustration and shock. “I can’t go anywhere tonight without my underwear.”

“Then I guess you’d better go home.”

“Give them back. Now.” I lunged at him, and he raised my panties higher above his head, completely out of reach. I struggled to reach for them again, but couldn’t.

He snaked an arm around me, holding me against him. I felt his erection poking my stomach. “Hardcore, you’re fucking turning me on. I would suggest you stop fighting me before something happens tonight that you aren’t ready for.”

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