Page 75 of Ashes
My eyes widened at his bluntness. “You want to see my…” I said, shying from the word. I’d never had a man talk to me like that, but I wanted more. Wanted to see how far tonight would go.
“Yes. I want you to remove your thong and prop your legs up with your heels on the bed,” he instructed, his cool demeanor not wavering.
I bit my lip and nodded.
Should be easy enough.
I slowly pulled my thong down my legs and let it drop to the floor. Then I brought my legs up and hesitated before parting them.
A low growl reverberated through his chest and filled the room, desire pooling in his eyes as he watched me.
“Sienna.” My name came out on a choked groan and he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he said, “Touch yourself.”
“Wh-what?”
I thought he would do it. I must have said it out loud because he replied, “I can see that you’re nervous, so before I touch you, I want to watch you make yourself come.” His gaze moved away from mine back to between my legs before he asked, “Are you wet?”
You can do it, Sienna.You’ve done this. Just add a spectator now.
Great, I was having inner monologues with myself. I swallowed against the lump in my throat and pushed two fingers through my folds, rolling my hips involuntarily.
Then I nodded, unable to form the words to tell him.
“Let me see.”
Slowly, I withdrew my hand and held my fingers up.
“Good girl. Now put your fingers back between your thighs and don’t stop until you come apart.”
My entire body was on fire.
When I hesitated for a moment, his gravelly voice soared through the room. “Slowly stroke down the length of your pussy and coat your fingers,” he instructed. “I want to memorize every reaction your body has.”
I swallowed hard then reached between my thighs again. At first, I only teased my fingertips between my folds, going slow as he asked.
God, this feels good.
Arousal thrummed through my body, pulsing in my clit as I kept playing with it.
“Keep going, love. You have no idea how magnificent you look playing with yourself.”
Every stroke sent an intense wave of prickles across my skin. My head fell back and my back arched at the flare sparking low in my core. Rolling my lips between my teeth, I kept rubbing myself, circling my clit.
A low moan escaped my lips and I almost stopped,feeling self-conscious about touching myself in front of him, but his praise kept me going.
“My wife issucha good listener,” he rumbled. “Fuck, you must be so wet.”
I whimpered at his words. I’d played with myself before but having him watch me, control it, made this unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
“Part your legs a little more so I can see better,” he said and when I did, he added, “Now slide them inside and fuck yourself. I want to see your pussy open and swallow them.”
Without reservation this time, my fingers glided through my folds and I pushed a finger inside. I gasped, clenching around it. I thrust it deeper and my free hand fumbled to find something to hold on to as my other worked my finger in and out.
I grabbed the sheets and pressed the heel of my hand against my clit.
He muttered something unintelligible under his breath. “God, if only you could see what I see,” Jamal rasped. His breathing grew louder, then he said, “Add another finger.”
I finally looked up at him again, my hand slowing. “I don’t think I can,” I said, my voice trembling.
