I couldn't believe I was doing this, whatever it was.
The weird thing was that Jack could make me come damn near instantly, and here he was, carrying out some sort of sadistic slow burn in the middle of the sky. I was feeling both strung-out and incredible, my mind as far away from my troubles as possible.
"Touch yourself for me now, Effie. Make yourself come." His voice had grown huskier, and it caromed inside my head.
Damn you, Jack.
"Okay," I mumbled softly. Noticing that his boxers were gone—having a hot naked person around when you're also naked is helpful—gave me a small glimmer of hope.
He gently took my hand in his own, slowly switching their places as he relinquished control and led my fingers as they pressed against that sensitive flesh. I closed my eyes and started slowly at first, trying to remember what I did when I was all alone in my bed. Even though it normally came so naturally, the situation was so foreign that I wasn't entirely sure what to do.
"I want you to spread your legs wide for me, Effie," Jack said. "I want to watch everything. Will you do that?"
"Yes," I whispered. I spoke before really realizing what he had asked.
He seemed to catch himself, worried that he may have crossed a line. "If it's too much, you don't have to. I'm... sorry." It was that reassurance that seemed to make me even more willing to go the distance.
"No, I want to. Really." While I wasn't lying, I also wasn't sure just how much of the truth I was actually telling. Something beyond rational thought was controlling my body. Raging lust, I guess.
I did what he requested, spreading my legs until I knew he could see everything. After briefly opening my eyes and peeking at him, I started to get nervous again. He was in front of me, and I stared at his cock throbbing between his legs. I had never seen a hungrier look on his face. It was killing me.
I closed my eyes again and circled my fingers against my clit, trying my damndest to bring something out of myself for Jack. Everything seemed to be so intuitive and raw, yet I seemed to be struggling.
"Relax, Effie. I don't think you realize how fucking beautiful you are. And how lucky I am."
God, his words were like beautiful music. I felt sexy, exposed, feminine, beautiful, owned. I was on display for him, totally compromised and trusting. I kept touching, feeling, exploring my tender flesh, trying to give him what he wanted. I was willingly cooperating but struggling to put out my own internal fires of indecision.
"Have you used a vibrator?" Jack asked suddenly.
"No," I said, temporarily distracted from my efforts. My opened eyes brought me back to the room.
"Close your eyes," he said. He slid his body next to mine on the couch.
I heard a quiet buzzing sound, and then his arm reached across my belly. When it touched my clit, my whole body tingled at once, the pleasurable surprise nearly knocking the wind out of me. He was holding it there against me, sending me into a pleasurable frenzy.
"You take it now. It's all yours."
I brought my hand over his and gratefully took the vibrator, keeping it in place the best I could. I felt his body move away from mine, presumably so he could get a better view from the front.
The feeling was really something else. That bundle of nerves was twitching so quickly, the sensation so rapid and direct. In that moment, it made total sense why women used these damn things.
"Oh, God," I moaned, unable to contain myself. This was so raw. The directness of it stripped away my insecurities since my mind was excessively distracted by stimuli.
"Fuck, Effie," I heard Jack moan. "You are so fucking hot."
I was feeling and imagining so much, my body contorting as pleasure swept through me. I was battling to keep my legs spread as my back arched and flexed. Lush gasps escaped freely from my lips, the most vocal I had ever been whilst doing something like this. Suddenly, I wasn't afraid to hold anything back, wasn't afraid to give everything to Jack.
I slid a finger into my tightness, probing and pressing to complement what was already going on. My hips rocked back and forth as I imagined Jack's thrusts, the most sensible thing I could imagine given what was going on. Even though he wasn't physically involved at this point, I was still