Page 107 of Creep

I left the light on. I didn’t want to be in the dark room with him. I wanted to see everything. I let out a long sigh as he began to rid me of my clothes. I raised my arms so he could pull my shirt off and shifted my hips up when he got to my leggings, pulling those down along with my panties.

He stood back and took in my body once he got me fully naked, his thumb going to his mouth.

“It never gets old,” he said.

“What doesn’t?”

“Looking at you like this. I can look at you like this forever. For a lifetime.”

I peered to my left. “That’s a long time.”

“And I fucking mean it,” he said, tugging on his shirt.

I let my eyes take in his naked torso, stopping on all the ink, wishing I could somehow take a photograph of all of them, just so I could keep it with me forever.

I loved his neck tattoo. It was so different from anything I’d ever seen.Hewas so different from anyone I had ever been with. My eyes strayed down to the smiling clown, somehow feeling like he was in on the joke I had no way of understanding, then stopping on the row of white roses. Now that I knew, I wondered if he had gotten that tattoo for me. It looked like it was newer than the rest, newer than the script of numbers on his rib.

I reached out my hand and traced along the first two numbers with my fingertips.

I felt him tense slightly over the move and knew the story behind this tattoo wasn’t a good one for him.

I didn’t ask, even if he had looked like he was preparing for it.

He grabbed my hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing the back of it softly.

I smiled at the move, pulling back as he started to take off the rest of his clothes until he was standing in front of me, completely naked. His huge, muscular arms were relaxed down by his sides as he let me take in my fill.

There was no shyness about him.

Then again, there never had been to begin with. And I didn’t blame him. He had nothing to be shy about.

I licked my lips, and he walked in closer to me, his hard cock bobbing up and down and drawing my attention.

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”

I did as he asked, showing him my wet pussy.

“Touch yourself.”

I bit my lip, trying to push down my own shyness, and reached my hand down, cupping myself. I gasped as I touched the sensitive flesh, drenched with my need for him.

“Fuck, baby, do you have any idea how sexy you look like this?”

I shook my head, not really knowing how to answer him.

“No? I’ll tell you every day.”

I didn’t respond to that. I shot him another smile.

“Play with yourself for me. Show me what you like.”

At this point, I thought he might know what I liked better than I did. But I followed his instruction, moving my fingers over my clit and rubbing in a rough, circular motion, increasing the tempo with every second that passed, building up my orgasm. His eyes on me helped. I had never felt myself reaching so high so quickly.

My legs shifted from the sensation, and I let out a small groan when I realized I wouldn’t be able to finish myself off completely. Not without his help.

“Mael, please.”

“I got you,” he cooed, stepping in closer to me and pushing my hand away, replacing it with his own.

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