Page 63 of Untouchable
She was breathing in hot little pants now, and she closed her eyes when she saw him turn his head to look.
“You’re excited,” he murmured.
She gave a little whimper, feeling his eyes on her.
“Tell me,” he ordered.
“I’m excited.” She shifted her legs again. She couldn’t possibly help it.
“You’re not allowed to move yet.”
She grew still immediately.
“Tell me what you’re excited about.”
“I want to come.”
“What else?”
“I want you to touch me.”
“What else?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“That’s what I thought.”
She kept her eyes closed, but she heard him stand up and move behind her. Her whole body tightened in anticipation when she felt him slowly brushing the tips of his fingers up her thighs, over her bottom, and then back down.
And then finally—finally—he slid his hand beneath her panties and started to stroke her exposed pussy.
She gasped loudly and gave a little jerk of pleasure before she could stop herself.
He removed his hand. “I didn’t say you could move yet. Do you want me to do this for you or not?”
“Yes. Yes, please. I won’t move.”
She breathed deeply as he started to explore once more, her body tensing up when he slid two fingers inside her.
“Do you want me to make you come now?”
She knew he was aroused himself because his voice was rough with desire. She knew well how to recognize it, and it relieved her, knowing he was affected by their little game too.
“Yes, please,” she whispered, forcing herself to keep her hands in position even though she desperately wanted to move.
“Okay. As long as you stay still, I’ll make you come.”
She breathed deeply as he started to fuck her with his fingers, the rhythm fast and hard and exactly what she needed. When she was tempted to push her bottom back against the penetration, she fought the impulse, keeping her body as still as she could make it.
“Very good,” he was murmuring, over the sound of wet suction from his fingers in her pussy. “You’re getting so tight around my fingers. I can feel how much you want this, and you’re taking it so well.”
She tried to smother the sounds as her orgasm deepened, tightened, as her body prepared itself for release. She could usually stop herself when his cock was inside her, but these were his fingers. They were angled just right, and he’d probably be able to recognize she was faking when he couldn’t with his cock.
She wasn’t going to be able to fool him this time.
“I told you on the first day we met that I would prove something to you,” he said. “That I could make you come without your help. Do you remember?”
She did remember. And she’d been so sure back then—it felt like ages ago now—that she would never give someone else control of a sexual encounter.
