He glanced up devilishly, her breasts still captive in his hands. “Do you want something?” he asked, incongruously polite.
“You.”
“I’m here.”
“You know what I mean.”
“No. Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“I will. But first…” He knelt between Tilly’s thighs, releasing her breasts and rising magnificently from her core, like a lean, broad-shouldered predator preparing for its final pounce. Her eyes travelled up the powerful thighs, past the sinuous hips, across the broad chest, following the curve of his neck to the dark stubbled underside of his chin—even that was gorgeous—and into the hypnotic force field of his face.
There was only one thing wrong with this man. Too many clothes.
“First what?” she asked, querulous with frustrated need.
“First you have to show me how you do it,” he said with a wicked smile. “Go on. Take off your knickers, hitch up your skirt and play with yourself for me.”
“Oh, you pervert,” gasped Tilly, nonetheless moving to obey his instructions almost before they were out of his mouth.
“Yes,” he said laconically. “I am. But you aren’t, obviously?”
“Obviously.” She laughed before lifting her legs into the air and easing the knickers over her spiky-heeled feet.
“Your arse is still red,” Calum said with satisfaction before Tilly brought her legs back down on to the sofa with some force. “Get those legs nice and wide, Tilly. I need to see exactly what you’re doing.”
He crouched forward a little, frowning in concentration. She fluttered her hands for a moment or so, biting her lip, trying to get used to the knowledge that this tango-dancing sex god was staring right up the valley of her thighs and getting a good eyeful of her shiny, wet pussy.
“It looks soaked,” he said. “You won’t take long, missy. Come on then. We’re supposed to be so bad at locating the clitoris. So show me where it is.”
Tilly snaked a coy hand around the soft curve of her belly and then covered her mons with her palm, using her fingers to delve downwards between the parted lips. Her fingertips fell swiftly on the fat wet swelling at their centre, not daring to put too much pressure on at first. How was she going to do this? She couldn’t look!
“Open your eyes,” he said sharply, and a pinch on her inner thigh forced her eyelids wide open once more. “You need to look at me while you’re fingering yourself. It all adds to the experience, trust me.”
You keep asking me to trust you. You sound like a salesman. What am I buying here? A short-term special offer? Or something worth keeping?
Tilly decided to ignore any thought that wasn’t focused on the here and now. She was here, on her back, in front of the most beautiful man she had ever seen, with her bad-girl fingers on her bad-girl clit. That was what she needed to think about. Only that.
She squinted at Calum, intimidated by the stern set of his face as he watched her stroke herself, but finding that the sense of intimidation broadened and intensified the flame of her desire. He was right. It added to the experience.
The exquisite shame, the delicious embarrassment of being watched in the throes of self-pleasuring caused her clit to fatten even more, and trickles of juice to run down the curve of her bum cheeks, pooling in her crack and making the leather beneath steamy, damp. Her rhythmic pace picked up.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about. What do you think about when you’re making yourself come?”
“I’m thinking I’m a bad girl,” she whispered, working hard to keep her face from crumpling and her eyes from screwing shut. “I’m thinking of you watching me…what you must think of me…”
“What do I think of you?”
“You think I’m a slut…shameless…that you should have spanked me harder…for longer…”
“I should. Maybe next time. Keep talking.”
“You think I need to be fucked. I do need to be fucked. Please fuck me, please, please, please, oh…” She broke off, her furious thrumming calling up a rearing demon of an orgasm.
“That’s it, nice and hard, keep your eyes open,” he crowed, triumphant in the wake of her climax.
Her eyes were open, but they had rolled up under fluttering lashes long ago, Calum a blur, everything else drowned beneath orgasmic wave-spray.