The breath froze in my lungs and I felt my eyes widen with dismay.
“For me,” he added quickly. “That is not good enoughfor me. I want you to love it.”
“Oh.” I lowered my lashes. “I…I like it. A bit. I like your eyes on me. I like the attention.”
“A bit?” He was stroking up and down my ribs, pausing at the hard ridge of muscle above my hips and gripping it every now and then as my hips continued to fidget.
“A lot,” I confessed. “I like you looking at me. Wanting me. Knowing that you can have me, whenever.”
Erik smiled but it wasn’t his usual smile of fondness or humour. It was a slow, dark thing as his eyes locked with mine.
“Well, then,” he said. “Perhaps you should continue.” He stretched an arm over my lower body and braced on the other side, containing me.
7
Itouched myself. My shaft was so hard it stood up and lay against my belly. I ran two fingers up and down the length of it, barely grazing it with my fingertips.
Erik’s dark eyes stayed on my face.
It puzzled me when he did that. There I was, long and lean and beautiful, laid out before him on his rug and touching myself as sensuously as I knew how, and instead of focusing on what I was doing, he was focusing on my face, my eyes. On what I was feeling.
No one had ever looked at me as Erik did.
Everyone else had looked exactly where I wanted—and expected—them to.
I moaned quietly and flexed up into my hand, knowing that my muscles would clench and relax in a beautiful, supple wave. I was damp with a light sheen of perspiration now; that wave of movement would catch the flickering light of the fire, just as the waves of my lake caught the sun, dazzling and alluring.
Erik’s nostrils flared and his breath roughened.
He still didn’t look away from my face.
I did it again and again, exaggerating the move, trying to draw his attention lower. With my other hand I touched my parted lips, my neck, my chest. The pleasure was building and I found it oddly difficult to maintain eye contact. My lids fluttered closed. “Look at me,” I whispered without thinking, even as my eyes closed fully. “Look at me, look at me.”
“I am looking at you, sweetheart.” Erik’s hand covered mine as I was stroking my chest, rested lightly on the back of it as I drifted it all the way up my neck, along my jaw, and back to my mouth. “I am looking at you.”
I slipped my hand from beneath his even as I turned my head and caught two of his fingers between my teeth.
I blinked my heavy lids open and gazed up into his beautiful brown eyes. He slid his fingers over my tongue. Closing my lips, I sucked softly and twisted a little against the floor in satisfaction.
I made a demanding noise that Erik interpreted correctly as a request towatchme. He dragged his hot eyes from my face down the length of my body and back up. My hips kicked hard into my hand.
“Yes,” he said. “Like that.”
He looked down again, as I wanted him to, and I watched the side of his face intently as I rocked up into my hand, rolling my body faster and faster until Erik leaned over me, set his mouth to the tip of my cock when it popped through the top of my fist, and licked.
I cried out and came, spilling copiously. Before I’d even finished, Erik climbed on top of me and held me. I buried my face in his neck and panted against his skin, biting and licking at him frantically.
He hushed me, running a soothing hand up and down my ribs. I bent a leg to press it into him, and then without thought, rolled us over to pin him beneath me. His arms came around me,one hand resting on the nape of my neck and the other curved over my arse.
“You,” he said, squeezing my nape and attempting to ease me away, “are perfect.”
I moaned happily and snuggled into him.
He let out a wheezing laugh, even as he tried to pull me away again. I grunted in dissent but he squeezed all the more firmly. Sighing, I lifted away and blinked the dampness from my lashes, giving him a challenging look.
He seemed surprised but only for a second; his face softened.
I was pouting, I knew it. My lips felt hot and swollen. I licked at them.