“That’s right, sugar. Such a good girl. Now I want you to do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“I want you to imagine we’re back at your place in Seattle. I want you to imagine you’re getting ready for bed. You’re alone, you’ve just gotten out of the shower and your body is still soaking wet. Can you do that for me?”
This is new; we’ve never played this game before. I wonder where he’s going with this, I want to ask him, but that would spoil the surprise I suppose. He loves when I follow his lead without question. It turns him on so much, and that, in turn, drives me wild. “Yes. I can do that,” I say breathlessly. I keep my eyes closed, trying to place myself in my old room back in Seattle just as he’s asked me to. I try to imagine the feeling of the beads of water rolling down my skin, between my shoulder blades, over my buttocks, over my breasts. It’s surprising how easy it is to picture it. And it’s surprising how hot it’s making me.
Jamie licks at my lips, gently running his thumb over my chin, downward, over the column of my neck into the base of my throat. “You’re drying yourself, slowly, and you rub your towel between your legs. It doesn’t take long for you to realize how good that feels—the warm, soft material causing friction against your pussy. It’s turning you on.”
“Yes.” I can imagine it when he says it all too well. My hips press up a little, grinding against his, but Jamie leans back, moving so that our bodies are no longer connected there. I feel the loss painfully.
“Tut, tut,” he growls. “You’re on your own, Sophia. You know what that means, don’t you?”
I shake my head slowly from side to side, sucking my lip into my mouth. “No.”
“Oh, you do. You’ve felt like this when you’ve been on your own plenty of times. And you know exactly what you need to do about it. So do it.”
I haven’t masturbated in front of him before, so the prospect is making me feel a little embarrassed. Still, the idea of unbuttoning my jeans and sliding my hand down my panties is kind of a turn on at the same time. I move slowly, my eyes still closed, knowing Jamie’s watching me intently as I reach for my pants and I undo them. My breath catches in my throat.
“That’s it. Good girl.” His voice is thick with lust. I can hear rustling sounds next to me, and I know instinctively that he’s unfastening his own pants. He’s stroked his own cock many times when we’ve been fooling around and he’s been getting ready to fuck me, but this is different somehow. It feels kinky. Knowing that he’s going to jerk off while he watches me finger my pussy has me blushing red all over my body. I can tell by the hot flush that burns at the base of my throat and over my cheeks.
“Take everything off,” he whispers into my ear. “I want to see everything. Keep your eyes closed though.”
I do what he asks, keeping my eyes firmly shut as I remove my shirt first and then my bra. My nipples are erect, hard and tight at the prospect of what might happen next. I squeeze them between my fingers briefly before I reach down, pushing my jeans and panties down over my hips and kicking them off as smoothly as I can. I lie back down, my back arching slightly off the bed, trying to picture what Jamie’s expression is like right now as he takes in every inch of my body, greedily studying and devouring my nakedness. I can hear his breath quickening next to me, and even though he’s not touching me my heart begins to pound.
Hesitantly, I slide my right hand down my body, over my stomach until my fingertips are resting in between my legs, my index finger and my middle finger working their way through my slick flesh until I find my clitoris. I’m already so fucking wet. I knew I would be, but I’m a little shocked at how wet. How turned on I am. Jamie makes a low, frustrated sound next to me, and I can tell he’s enjoying this.
“Open yourself up,” he says softly. “Show me.” I use my other hand to do as he asks, spreading my pussy open so he can see every last milimeter of me, and he groans. He moves on the bed, kneeling I think, probably so he can get a better view. “Now touch yourself, Soph. You’re lying on your bed, and your legs are spread wide open. You’re touching yourself with your fingers, gently, cautiously, and you’re enjoying how good it feels to make your body react like this.”
Holy fucking shit. Just listening to him say this to me is driving me insane. It feels a little wrong to be rubbing my clit while he watches me, moving in small circles over and over the swollen bundle of nerve endings, trying not to moan as the pleasure begins to build inside me. My fingers are slick and wet, making my job easier; I slowly slide my fingers down a little, so I can tease myself around my pussy, and Jamie swears under his breath. I want to open my eyes, to see what he’s doing, to see how he’s touching himself, but I also don’t want to spoil the game. Instead I push my index finger inside myself, gasping a little at the sensation.