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I grinned, extending my hand and closing the door so Basil wouldn't walk in unexpectedly. I also cast a muffling charm for good measure. "Okay. Show me."
Rifyr's face lit up and he looked around rapidly for a split second. "Okay! Okay, okay… let me just… let me just get some music going in here…"
He disappeared from the frame for a moment, but he soon returned, clicking a button on a tiny remote. A smooth, pumping rhythm began playing and he reached for the back of his head, untying a hair-band and allowing his hair to tumble down over his shoulders.
He secured the band on his wrist and reached around his neck for the collar of his shirt.
He tugged it slowly up and over his head, body moving smoothly to the beat of the song. I watched as inch-by-inch, his bare torso was revealed to me.
The hard plane of his abs, riddled with muscle definition, a thin sheen of sweat glistening in the light. It was hard to tear my eyes away.
But thenhis hips… they moved to the beat of the song in a slow gyration. I let my eyes feast on his Adonis belt, the muscles that tapered and dipped below his stomach before disappearing into his shorts. And now that my focus was on his shorts, the slight bulge in the front of them.
Oh, and pecs. He also had those. Pecs to knock on. And that shirt was pretty much history.
I swallowed thickly, pressing my thighs together to quell the ache that was burning between them.
The shirt finally cleared his head and he turned away from me to throw it somewhere. I swore under my breath. The back of him was as gorgeous as the front.
The muscles of his back were practically begging for me to run my hands over them. For my nails to scratch them.
Not to mention his ass. His ass looked like it needed squeezing. Pinching. Maybe a smack or two?
I fiddled with the hem of my shorts, my fingertips tickling the sensitive skin on my inner thighs.
"Babe… if you keep doing that, you're gonna get a completely different kind of show…" Rifyr said, his voice lower, more gravelly. I watched his throat bob when he swallowed.
"Maybe Iwanta completely different kind of show…" I said, my heart thumping in my chest so loudly, it felt like it was drowning out the music.
His hand went down to palm over the bulge at the front of his pants. "Do you?"
"I do," I replied, pressing my hand over my crotch. I could feel my warmth beneath the fabric. I wished he was here. I wished it was his hands covering me. Touching me. Stroking me.
He made a sound akin to a groan. "Oh baby, you have no idea what that does to me."
"Show me…" I murmured. "Show me what it does to you."
The music faded out. I don't know if he turned it down, or if it was in my head, but suddenly, all I could hear was my own heartbeat as he reached down to tug at the waistband on his shorts. He pushed them down over his hips and he was standing there in his underwear, palming over the erection that was creating quite the tent situation.
His eyes fluttered closed as he reached down, cupping himself. "This. Is. What. That. Does. To. Me."
He bit his lip as he stroked himself through his jockey shorts.
I wondered for a split second if we should stop right there. If this was enough. "Show me more…" I whispered, surprising myself with my brazenness.
He smiled, sticking his fingers down below the waistband of his shorts. "You sure?"
"Definitely…" I murmured.
He pushed his underwear down and over his hips, his erection springing free as they made their way to the floor with the rest of his clothes.
Rifyr wrapped his hand around himself, squeezing slightly. His breath was coming out louder, faster. "Fuck…" he murmured, his thumb swiping over the head.
I leaned forward, slipping my hand down into my shorts. "Do you want-- Do you want--"
"To rub it? Yes I do…" he purred, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. "Want the camera closer?" he asked.
"Just a little…. I still want to see your face…" I whispered. I almost couldn't breathe as he did what I asked.
