Page 55 of When I'm With You
She just shrugs. “I mean, nothing has worked before, so do your worst.”
“You liked watching me the other night. In the shower.”
She scoffs. “I mean yeah. Have youseenyou?”
“I think I’d like to watch you too.”
Her eyes snap up to mine. I thought maybe I would see anxiety in them, but I don’t. Instead, it’s curiosity and heat, and I want to make this good for her more than I want to take my next breath.
“You like the thought of that, Juliette? You want to touch yourself while I watch? Sink a finger inside that tight pussy and rub your clit until you come with my eyes on you? I bet you look beautiful when you come. I can’t wait to see it.”
Heat floods her face and slowly, she locks eyes with me and nods.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes,” she says, confidently. “Watch me. But I want to watch you too.”
“Again. You want to watch me again.”
Her eyes narrow and she lifts her chin. “Take off your pants, Asher.”
She’s a fucking queen.
I wink at her. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Without hesitating, she whips my sweatshirt up and off her body before reaching back and unclasping her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders and onto the floor. I swallow thicklybecause she is, without a doubt, the most stunning thing I have ever laid eyes on. My gaze travels from her face down to her bare chest. I have to clench my fists to keep from reaching out and palming her perfect tits, taking her dusky pink nipples into my mouth and sucking on them until she is writhing and crying out my name.
She must like whatever she sees on my face, because I see a flash of confidence cross hers. She drifts her fingers up her torso and skims them over her tits, using her thumbs to circle her nipples, a low moan falling from her mouth when she pinches them between her thumb and forefinger. Looking up, she gives me a knowing grin.
“Now you.”
She could ask me to rob a bank for her right now and I would do it without a second thought. Lifting my hips, I drag off my sweatpants and briefs in one motion and toss them away. I’m already hard as steel. Fisting my cock, I give it one long, slow stroke, hissing out a breath at the contact and at the look of pure lust on Julie’s face as she watches my hand.
“See this, Juliette? See how hard I am right now? It’s all for you. I want you so fucking much. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
Staring at my hand slowly stroking myself, she takes a deep breath and when she speaks, it’s quiet.
“No one has ever wanted me the way you do.”
“Well then everyone else was stupid, but I’m glad they were because it means I get to be here with you. Can I see you now? I want to see all of you. Will you show me?”
With her eyes on mine, she gets on her knees and slowly peels her leggings down her thighs and fuck me, she’s not wearing anything under them. Sitting back down, she rolls the leggings down the rest of the way and kicks them off, drawing her knees up to her chest. For a split second I think she’strying to cover herself, but then she drops her knees to the blankets, and I see all of her, her pussy already glistening with arousal. With the way my heart pounds in my chest, I consider for a second that I might not survive this night.
“Fuck, Juliette. Look at you, already dripping. Does thinking about me watching you make you wet?”
She strokes a hand from her knee to midthigh. “Thinking anything about you turns me on.”
Jesus Christ. “Every inch of you is gorgeous. I can’t wait to get my hands all over you. But right now, will you touch yourself for me? Show me how you make yourself feel good, so I know what to do when it’s my turn.”
Saying nothing, she slides a hand up her thigh and through her slit, collecting her wetness and using it to circle her clit lightly with one finger, breathing in sharply when her fingers make contact with her tight bundle of nerves. When she adds a finger, alternating between pinching her clit and swirling her fingers around it, I can’t hold myself back anymore. Tightening my grip, I speed up my strokes, rolling my hand over my tip, collecting the precum pooling there.
Heat is already sizzling in my spine, and when Julie slides two fingers inside herself, breathing heavily as she pushes them in deeper, I have to grip the base of my cock to keep from coming on the spot.
“Talk to me, Juliette. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Shit, Asher,” she gasps, her hips rising up to meet her fingers as she pumps them in and out, her other hand still circling her clit. “It feels so fucking good.”
“Me too, baby. Watching you touch yourself is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The image of you with your fingers stuffed inside yourself while you rub your clit is going to live in my head forever.” I keep my strokes slow and steady, not able to stop touching myself but needing her to come first.
