Page 147 of Unloved

Again, without hesitation she does, her glistening tan upper thighs showing how fully turned on she is.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Ro,” I breathe. “And so wet for me.”

Her hand reaches for the place I know she’saching, but I snap forward across the tiny bed and grab her wrist, relishing her needy pout.

I kiss her, quick and chaste, before leaning toward her ear and nibbling there.

“Matt—”

“Shh, baby, I know. I promise I’m gonna let you touch, but you’re gonna do it when I say. Okay?”

She whimpers as I pull away, but nods profusely.

“That’s my good girl.” I stay kneeling between her legs but back far enough away that I can watch her entire body move with the wriggling of lust and need.

“I want you to lick your fingers first, then play with your nipples, okay, Ro?”

“Okay,” she breathes, following my instructions. Her chest is heaving, skin glowing rosy gold.

I keep a firm grip on the base of my cock, reaching to squeeze my tip a little harshly to stop the continuous onslaught of tingling at the base of my spine.

“Now, slowly, I want you to trail your hand down to your thighs.” My voice is gruff, I’m so turned on, but I lean into it. “You can touch anywhere but your pussy.”

She does as I say, hands trembling as they glide along the flushed length of her body, rolling her nipple in the fingers of one hand. The other one grips her thigh for a second, as if she’s trying to restrain herself from touching.

I wait patiently as she teases herself for—

Her hips pump up into the empty air, toes curling.

“Matt,” she cries, nearly a whine. “Please—”

“Touch yourself, Rosalie,” I whisper.

There is no hesitation, her hand diving between her legs and pressing firmly against her clit before pulling back and circling with two fingers around and around.

I start to stroke myself, and she immediately stops all her movement, eyes locked where my hand roughly rubs my cock. Growling out a firm, “That’s it. Show me how you make yourself come when you’re alone.” I watch her snap back to the moment, though her eyes never leave the motion between us.

Ro bites down on her lip, like she’s trying to stop her own noises of arousal.

Angling over her body again, I pull her bottom lip away with my teeth.

“I want to hear everything. All those noises—I wanna know my girl is having a good time.”

A moan rolls through her at my words alone, and seeing her eyes flash up close like this is too intoxicating. So I adjust to rest up on one elbow, jacking myself off with my other hand, while I watch her face as she rubs faster and harder between her legs. The hitches in her breath tell me how close she really is.

“Is this how you come when I’m not here for you, princess?”

“Mm-hmm,” she squeaks. “I—I think about you, a lot.”

Fuck. She’s said it before, in the shower, but now, while I’m hanging on to threads of self-control not to come before she does, it’s enough to have me nearly snapping my jaw in half with the force of clenching it.

“Yeah?”

“I imagine you. H-how you’d be during sex. How good you are at it…” she breathes. “Sometimes I think about you teachingme, like I’m your student and you’re my tutor.”

Goddamn it.I can’t hold on, my orgasm is building, rushing through me almost too fast.

“Rosalie—”

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