Page 61 of I Saw Her First

You do, I tell myself.You will, because she deserves for her first time to be meaningful. She deserves better than you losing control.

Locking my jaw, I force my gaze back to her beautiful naked form spread out on her bed. She’s so fucking perfect, dark hair mussed, nipples at attention, freckled skin flushed with arousal. I won’t fuck her tonight, but I can still ensure she’s satisfied in all the ways that matter.

“Then do as I said,” I grit out. “And let me see that sweet little pussy of yours.”

She sets the vibrator aside and peels her panties down her legs, kicking them to the floor. Then she leans back on her elbows and stares up at me, but there’s something different in her gaze now—a fire that wasn’t there before. Her mouth twitches with a naughty smile that makes my cock throb eagerly in my jeans.

Not tonight, buddy.

My gaze drifts across Daisy's bare thighs, taking in the dark triangle of hair where they meet. My hands are tight fists at my side, so I’m not tempted to reach out and force her thighs apart.

“Spread your legs.”

She bites her lip to hold back her smile, spreading her left leg slightly, then stopping. She’s moving agonizingly slow on purpose, and the beast inside me roars with impatience.

“I said spread your fucking legs, Daisy.”

Her breath rushes out hard, and she does as I say, eyes wide, chest shuddering. She’s right. She fucking loves me taking charge like this, and I can’t deny how intoxicating it is to have her at my mercy.

“Touch yourself,” I instruct, eyes riveted to her swollen pink opening.

Daisy’s fingers drift between her thighs and brush her clit. She gives a little whimper as she begins to stroke herself in a circular motion, and I watch, my cock leaking in my jeans.

This could kill me.

Ishouldtouch her myself, should use my tongue and hands like I did last night to make her come. Fuck, knowing I’m the first man to make her orgasm is unbelievable. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it—about the way she fell apart on my kitchen island, gripping my hair and riding my mouth. I spent the entire day at work useless, fantasizing about the feel of her, her sweet musky taste, counting down the minutes until I could do it again tonight.

But if I lay another finger on her, I’ll lose it. I won’t be able to stop myself from thrusting inside her and claiming her for myself.

So instead, I do the next best thing.

I pick the vibrator up from the bed and hand it to her again. “Put this inside you. I want you to pretend it’s me.”

The flush on her cheeks deepens. “Y-you?”

I nod. “Pretend it’s my cock. Imagine it’s me fucking you.”

Daisy sucks in a deep breath. “On one condition.” Her gaze drops to my dick, angrily tenting the front of my jeans. “You join me.”

My cock flexes as if it can feel her gaze, can hear her words, and I grind my molars, preparing to say no. But I’m only human, and before I can get the word out, my hands are on my zipper, freeing myself from my boxer briefs. I mean, why shouldn’t I join her? I won’t lay a finger on her, but still… I can’t just fucking watch.

I wrap my fist around the hard heat of my shaft, the pressure bringing me no relief. It knows what it wants, and it’s sure as hell not my own hand.

“Oh, shit,” Daisy whispers, eyes fastened on where I’m gripping myself. “That is so fucking hot.” She twists the end of the vibrator and it springs to life, buzzing in her hand. Then she lowers it between her legs and pushes it inside herself, mouth opening to release a low moan.

Christ. If I’m not careful, I could come right now.

Daisy watches me slowly stroke myself, pumping the vibrator into herself with one hand, teasing her clit with the other. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, this woman pleasuring herself. She knows just how much pressure she needs, just where to touch. I try to take mental notes, to remember exactly what she likes, but I’m dizzy as I climb closer to my release.

“Fuck, Daisy, you’re going to make me come.”

She breathes out a giggle. “Me? I’m not even touching you.”

I grunt as she thrusts the vibrator deeper. “Watching you is enough, baby.”

She presses her eyes closed, focusing on her pleasure, on sensation. She writhes on the bed as she works toward her own release, and when her eyes open again, they’re wild.

“Then do it,” she rasps. “Come on me. I need it, Wes.”

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