play with himself imagining it was me? Like I’m imagining its him that’s between my legs and not my hand?
I touched my clit, manipulating the bundle of nerves harder, faster, and with more urgency. I moaned, arching my head back against the pillows. I closed my eyes, visualizing the way he might have felt, the way he may have been turned on by my dancing.
Moving my fingers from my clit to the opening of my pussy, I pushed my middle finger in, adding my index finger shortly after. Easing in and out of my tight hole, beginning to breathe heavier the closer I got to my climax.
I don’t know when things took a drastic turn, but as I glided my fingers back to my clit, swaying my hips, I imagined it was his cock I was riding.
“Oh, God,” I panted, picturing his face as his dick slid in and out of me.”
I swallowed hard, taking a deep, heady breath. Spreading my thighs wider, I hissed upon contact with my clit yet again. All the nerve endings on my nub on high alert from my assault.
His dominating demeanor.
His controlling tone.
His entire persona.
Set my nerves on fucking fire.
My eyes were half closed, my legs trembling the warmer I got to just letting go, even with the images of him touching me, caressing me, making me come…
I still couldn’t go over the edge of wanting to combust.
But then, I thought I heard him groan, “Fuck me,” through the door.
It was so soft.
So light.
Barely above a whisper.
Did I just imagine that too?
Just as fast as that question hit me, another one came as well.
Shit, did I lock the door?
<>Aiden<>
As soon as she averted her gaze, I backed away from the bay window in my office.
Did she just see what I was doing?
I spent the next thirty minutes going fucking insane. Pacing my office floor back and forth, wanting to tear my goddamn hair out.
How do I explain myself? Maybe she didn’t see?
“The fuck?”
How could I be so careless?
I prayed I would find the nerve to face her again.
What would I say? What would she say?
I battled the questions, the thoughts, the sensations tearing into my state of mind.
My conscience.
I would never forget the look on her face when our eyes met. Although I shouldn’t have, I surrendered to the gravitational force that was brought on by our connection.
There was no stopping it.
Logic screamed at me to go talk to her. Find out what she saw.
Deep down it was a moment of weakness for me, right?
My mind was made up as soon as my feet started moving, unable to continue this mental torture for another second.
No doubt, I needed to talk to her.
My thoughts once again shifted gears with each determined stride toward her bedroom, thinking about that afternoon. How I found myself in her bedroom, pissed as fuck to see her suitcase was still on the bed.
Before I knew what I was doing, my fingers were unzipping the luggage, shuffling through her shit to put it away for her. My cock twitched at the feel of her panties between my calloused fingertips as I placed them in her dresser drawer.
It didn’t sit well with me that she hadn’t unpacked and made herself at home yet. Especially when she was the one responsible for turning my house back into a home. A home that was slowly coming back to life.
Each and every thought plagued me as I walked down the hall. My craze and rationality raging war with one another, but the inclination to let it go didn’t outweigh the willpower. I had to find out how much she’d seen.
Right when I was about to knock on her door, I heard a soft moan echo off the walls of her room.
Was she fucking herself for me, the way I had just done for her?
I stood there with my hand on the door, cemented to the tile floor beneath me. Rooted to the spot by some unexplainable force holding me hostage. Incapable to move for the life of me.
Carefully listening…
Waiting.
Seconds later, I swear I could hear her heady breathing, her muffled moans, her delicate sighs. Smelling her intoxicating fucking scent through the ventilation. Imagining her pussy glistening from her own arousal.
It lingered in the air.
In the atmosphere
In my fucking cock.
Making me think twice about my plan.
“Oh God,” she purred.
I had just fucked my fist to the sight of her, but it wasn’t enough. My dick throbbed in my pants, springing to life, pushing, pulsating, greedy against