Page 52 of Booked on You
A rush of heat floods through me, and I harden instantly.
My gaze is unwavering, my voice firm and commanding. “Take off your robe.”
Scarlett exhales as she lets the silky fabric slip from her shoulders, revealing soft curves bathed in the light of the lamp.
“Beautiful,” I praise. “Lie down and get comfortable.”
Her breathing grows more ragged as her back hits the mattress. She spreads her thighs, and the exposed vulnerability fucking undoes me.
“Do you like what you see?” she asks.
“So fucking much,” I mutter approvingly.
Her fingers slide up and down her slit, showing me just how wet she is.
“How does that feel?” I ask.
She moans, eyes fluttering as her fingertips trace down her slit, edging inward. Her breaths grow uneven, hips shifting restlessly as she gently teases herself. “Ezra,” she pants, gaze fixed on me, seeking reassurance and craving direction.
“Slide one finger inside yourself,” I instruct, voice controlled but filled with desire.
Scarlett gasps as she follows my command, her head tipping back slightly as her finger disappears inside her warmth. Her hips rise, seeking more friction, more contact. Her soft moans fill the silence. My jaw tightens.
“Good,” I praise. “Taste yourself, sweetheart.”
She withdraws her finger, bringing it to her lips before sliding it into her mouth. A rough exhale releases from me.
“Describe it to me,” I tell her.
“Sweet,” she says, giving in to the intimacy of the confession. “Warm. Salty. Like honeyed desire, silky and addictive. I taste like longing, like how I feel when you look at me like that.”
A primal growl escapes me. Her honesty is so fucking sexy. “Rub your clit for me. Show me how you like it,” I say, voice thick with need.
Scarlett whimpers, fingers moving in slow circles. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she chases the edge of release.
“Don’t you dare come,” I mutter.
“Please, Ezra,” she begs breathlessly, hips arching desperately. “Please, I need?—”
“Not yet,” I interrupt. “Enjoy yourself.”
Her pleading moans are utterly intoxicating.
I shift, aching for her, but I’m determined to watch her unravel.
“Find the edge, Scarlett,” I whisper.
She nods as her fingers work quicker.
Her body arches, and she pulls away, chest heaving. “Are you turned on watching me?”
“Fuck, yes,” I admit, jaw clenched tight.
Her breaths quicken into frantic, pleading pants as she works her clit. Her hips rock against her hand.
“I’m so close,” she begs. “Please, Ezra,pleaselet me come.”
I see her pussy glistening, clit swollen. I let the tension linger, savoring her desperation, then finally give her what she wants.
