Page 106 of Just Watch Me
Big hands. Scarred hands. Clever hands. His eyes holding hers, and his hand seeming to know how she liked it, how she needed it. She watched in the mirror as he stroked her all the way to orgasm, and when she was gasping, stiffening, and couldn’t hold herself up anymore? His arm was wrapped around her torso, hauling her back against him, and she was gone. Her mouth opening, her face twisting, the electric shock of pleasure filling every bit of her. She whimpered, and then she moaned, and then she made those noises that said, “This woman is having one hell of an orgasm.”
She knew somebody could have heard. Unfortunately, that only made it hotter.
And he watched her do it all.
He’d forgotten to breathe halfway through that. As for her? She had her head flung back against his shoulder and was drawing in deep, shuddering breaths. His hand was still inside those little panties, but he needed to see her. Right the hell now.
A tug, and they were sliding down her legs. A step, two, and she was out of them. Still in those black heels with the ankle straps, her wild curls of hair around her face, the pink orgasmic flush spread over her chest. The only sound was the faint hum of the heat pump and their breathing, and then she said, “I want to take your clothes off.”
“Next time,” he said, because he’d already started, his hands impatient on his shirt buttons. She didn’t listen. She was dropping to her knees, taking off his shoes and socks, then shaking those curls back, looking up into his eyes, and getting her hands on his belt buckle. The tongue of leather catching, then releasing, and it was open. Apop,and that was the button of his trousers unfastened. A slow rasp that was his zip.
Oh. Shirt. It was hanging open over his chest, and he grabbed the two sides and pulled them off as she got those soft hands under his waistband and pulled everything down. He stepped out, and she took him in her hand.
On her knees.
“No,” he said. “Not—not tonight.”
“Oh,” she said, and let go. As if she’d done something wrong. As if that were possible.
He didn’t laugh, because he couldn’t. He said, “One sec.” Back to the door for his duffel, and a fossick inside. He turned to see her standing there watching him. Looking confused. Looking alarmed?
“It’s for you,” he said, wishing he had better words. “Just for you. Get on the bed, baby. Sit at the foot.”
Some hesitation, and she did it. He said, as she loweredherself onto the high white bed, “Nothing you don’t want. Nothing that doesn’t feel good. I promise.”
She nodded, then put her hands to her cheeks as if to feel the burning there. Feeling vulnerable. Feeling unsure.
He strode back to the bed, put the things he’d brought on the bed beside her, then knelt before her. “Lie back, sweetheart,” he said. Overwhelming lust, and too much tenderness. Too much to feel.
She did it. Bracing with her hands, then her head was on the bed, her legs dangling over the end. He took an ankle in his hand, and she tensed. He set her foot on his thigh, worked the strap, and undid it, then rubbed the pink spot where the strap had been. The same as the pink spots where her bra straps had been, because her skin somehow seemed made of finer stuff than his. He rubbed the spot a bit more, then did the same thing to the other shoe, and there she was. All the way naked.
He rose to his feet and took a pillow from the bed. “Put your feet on the edge and lift up.” The pillow under her bum, and he had to stroke her a bit more. The need was pulling at him, but he was going to make this last today. He was going to make it good.
When he got the condom on and settled the cock ring into place, her eyes widened. She said, “Zane.”
Oh. Phone. He grabbed it from his trouser pocket, found the app, and started it up. The compression was still there, but so was the buzz. He said, “We’re trying it, that’s all. Going to see if it feels, uh …” It was getting a bit hard to focus. “Good.”
Getting on the bed, then. Getting closer, until he was straddling her. A hand on her ankle, and pushing her leg up straight until he met resistance from her hamstrings. “OK?” he asked, with the last of his patience.
“Y-yes.” Her eyes on him the same way they’d been in the mirror. Excitement in those eyes. And trust.
It was the trust that did it.
When he pushed slowly inside, she gasped. When she felt the buzz of the vibrator, she squirmed and said,“Zane.”
He stopped. It wasn’t easy. “No … good?” he managed.
“Zane.”Her eyes had gone a little unfocused. “Don’t stop. Don’tstop.”
He did her that way. Slowly, because it was better when you started slowly. Thrusting, and then grinding some, because when he did that with that vibrator on her, she squirmed and moaned. He changed the setting so the buzz came in pulses, she started to whimper, and he was moving faster. Her hands clutching the white sheet, her face twisting again.
Oh, bloody hell. He put her foot against his chest, and he was in deeper. He grabbed the other ankle, put that foot beside the other, and went deeper still. Those vibrator shocks were racking her now, so he changed the setting again to the one that rose and fell, upped the intensity once more, then dropped the phone, reached for her upper arms, and wrapped his hands around them.
Her feet against his chest. Her arms in his hands. His body over hers while he held her tight. He was shoving to the heart of her, that vibrator was buzzing, and she was calling out.
“I can’t,” she said. “Ican’t.”Head starting to thrash, legs starting to stiffen.
“You can,” he said, the power filling him. “Take it there. Take it right there.” Not knowing what he was saying, because she was squeezing around him, and his eyes wanted to roll back in his head.
