when she slid her thighs together, how impossibly needy.
But she couldn’t.
Her breasts were tight and full and her nipples ached. Her hands went to them all on their own, cupping, then squeezing. Her fingers toyed with the tight tips the way Gunner had earlier, and she gasped when she felt the pull lower, right where she ached the most.
Her face was hot and her belly trembled. Could her fingers do what Gunner’s had? Curiosity and desperate need had her sliding one hand down her belly, had her thighs spreading to make room for her tentative fingers.
She slipped them over her lower lips. She was hot and slick, and when she moved her fingers over her clit, tingles of pleasure shot all over her body. She kept on doing it, over and over, and the more she teased herself there, the wetter and more desperate to come she got.
What if she…
She slipped a finger inside and there was no holding in her little cry of pleasure. Her gaze shot to Gunner. He was still asleep, and so incredibly beautiful.
Looking at him while she touched herself, made it so much better. She slid her finger in and out the way Gunner had, and her other hand joined in, rubbing over her clit at the same time.
Her gaze dropped to his hard length resting on his stomach, and she imagined it moving inside her. Another needy sound escaped. More. She needed more. She pushed in another finger, crying out again.
Her hands moved faster. Was Gunner's erection growing bigger? That part of him, it was as beautiful as the rest of him. She imagined it pushing deep inside her, thrusting powerfully, and she bit her lips to hold in her whimpers as her hips rolled.
Her gaze moved up over the taut corrugated muscles of his stomach, his wide chest lightly dusted with hair, up to his handsome face—
She froze.
His eyes were open.
“Don’t stop,” he rasped. “Don’t you fucking stop, Luna.”
She flushed even hotter but was too needy to care that he’d caught her. So she did as he said and kept moving, her fingers thrusting in and out quicker, deeper. She was going to come like this, with Gunner’s eyes locked on her. With that fierce hunger burning in his eyes.
The hand on Gunner's stomach slid lower. The heat in her belly curled tighter.
Was he going to—
He gripped that big, hard weight resting on his stomach, tight, and started stroking, hard and fast.
Luna made a sound she never had in her life, pitched high. The tip of his cock glistened, and the faster he pumped the more wetness leaked out.
He spread his legs a little and reached down, cupping his heavy sac, squeezing lightly, and groaned, and the whole time, his gaze, so hot and intense, was focused on what she was doing to herself.
“That’s it, make yourself feel good. Show me how good it feels. Soon it won’t just be your fingers fucking you, it’ll be me, won’t it, love?”
His dirty words only managed to make Luna ache more, and when he squeezed his length hard and more wetness slid out, she broke. Stiffening, body trembling, she cried out helplessly. Her thighs snapped closed and she rolled her hips, pressing down on her clit, riding the pleasure to the end.
Gunner barked out beside her, and she watched through heavy lids as he came as well, never once looking away from her.
They lay there, Gunner panting, staring at each other, and maybe she should have been embarrassed, but she couldn’t find it inside herself to be.
“So fucking gorgeous,” Gunner growled out.
“I couldn’t help it,” she said into the quiet of the room. “I woke wanting you, and I…”
“You liked it? Making yourself come?”
“Yes, I liked it. I liked you watching me as well.”
He reached out and tugged her against him. “You should explore your own body, Luna. It’s healthy and natural and beautiful. You’ll learn what you enjoy and what you don’t. But next time you want me, you wake me.” He grinned, but kind of screwed up his face as well. “Please, fucking wake me.”
She laughed, he was teasing her, pretending he’d be sad if she didn’t. “Okay, fine. If it’s that important to you,” she said, teasing him as well.
“But if you want to get yourself off…then yeah, again, please fucking wake me. Your male sure as hell wants to watch.”
“And join in as well?” she said shyly, pleasure fluttering behind her chest at everything he’d just said, but mainly for calling