His thumb skimmed over the slit, lightly dipping between the lips of my pussy to press on my clit. I gasped, and he’d clearly gotten a thrill out of it because his eyes widened and shimmered.
Straightening his back, he said, “Show me how you’d play with yourself.”
My heartbeat became heavier. “I don’t know if I can,” I said.
“I know, I know.” He shut his eyes and released an unsteady breath, like all of this was unbearable—like his patience was wearing thin and all he wanted to do was thrust hard and relentlessly into me. But he kept his composure. He didn’t want to rush this. “Show me how you’d play with yourself with me on your mind. What would you do? Where would you want to be touched?” His palm ran up my thigh. “Where would you want to be kissed? Licked? Fucked?” His eyes fluttered open again.
I wanted to blink, but couldn’t. The look in his eyes was both terrifying and thrilling.
“Cane, I— ”
“This is new for you, I know,” he crooned. “But I know you. I know you’ve at least thought about coming for me. Show me.”
He wasn’t lying. I’d thought about touching myself while thinking about him many, many times, but it never lived up to what I really wanted. I’d stopped a long time ago, telling myself I would wait for his touch and eventually his cock.
I breathed as evenly as possible, dropping my right hand between my thighs and trailing the pads of my fingertips up them.
“Close your eyes and think about me,” he instructed, and I hesitated at first, but went through with it anyway.
Shutting my eyes, I let my hand take over. It instantly had a mind of its own. Or perhaps I was eager and so, so tired of waiting. I spread my legs apart so my right hand could find the soft heat between them, while my left hand traveled up to my lips. I lightly nibbled on my forefinger, using my other hand to spread the lips of my pussy apart.
I heard Cane let out a deep and heavy groan, a sound that fueled the most sensitive parts of me. I placed my middle finger on my clit and rubbed it in slow, deliberate circles. I couldn’t believe my own touch could shock me so much, but it did, and I let out a shaky gasp, dragging the hand that was between my lips down to my breast. I cupped my breast, still rubbing.
“That’s it,” he rasped. “Now make yourself come.”
I didn’t know if I could, had never been able to truly make myself come, but I was determined to try for him. So I kept rubbing and squeezing and kneading. It felt amazing, and the fact that I was doing this to myself gave me a sense of empowerment.
I worked my hips up and down, applying more pressure with my finger. I wanted to see what I felt like, so I slid that same finger into my pussy. Soft. Damp.
“Damn, baby,” he rumbled. “Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. Couldn’t. He was the audience, and I was the performer—wanting to give him my all.
“Oh,” I moaned, and Cane gripped the top of my knee with one of his large hands. His touch ignited me, setting my whole body on fire, inside and out. I could imagine the flames running through me like a natural wildfire, burning everything and getting hotter and hotter by the second.
I rubbed faster, slid my finger deeper, repeating the actions over and over again until I felt heat building up in my core. The sensation was out of this world.
My eyes were squeezed so tightly I could see stars. “Oh, God…I think I’m about to—”
Shit. I was close.
So close.
“Cane,” I moaned. “Cane!” I don’t know why I’d called his name, but he clearly loved it because he gripped my knee tighter. Just as I was about to reach the brink, make myself come like he’d ordered, he pushed my hand away from my pussy. My eyes shot open.
“Wha—”
His head did one simple shake before he grabbed either side of my waist in his large hands, tilted my hips up, and dropped his head between my thighs. His mouth pressed on my pussy to kiss it, and I let out shrill sigh.
“Oh my gosh,” I gasped. “Wait…are you sure? There?”
“Yes, I’m sure. And yes, here.”
His velvety tongue parted the lips and slid through with ease, licking up and down to get a full taste. A shrill noise escaped me—one I never thought I could conjure up.
“Shit,” he hissed. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to taste your pussy, Kandy.” He tasted me again, his tongue doing a slow, torturous, gradual slide from my entrance to the delicate bundle of nerves. “Sweet as fucking candy, baby.” He swirled his tongue around on my clit again, gripping my hips even tighter, like he couldn’t hold on tight enough.