Page 110 of Mario
It feels like a confession.
And in a way, it is. I have never admitted that to anyone, never spoken to anyone else about stuff like this.
He rewards me with a hard, deep thrust.
I gasp, my back arching.
"Where?" he asks. "Show me where you touched yourself."
He stops again and leans back this time.
This is excruciating.
I want to cover my face. I want to disappear. But I also want to please him. I want to see the look in his eyes when I give him what he wants.
I take a shaky breath.
My hand trembles as I slide it down my stomach, over the sensitive skin of my belly, and lower.
I stop when my fingers reach my clit.
He is watching me, his gaze fixed on my hand.
I part my slick folds with my fingers and begin to circle my clit.
"Like this," I say, my breath hitching as a jolt of pleasure shoots through me.
I watch his face as he watches me. His jaw is tight, his eyes dark with a raw, possessive hunger that is more thrilling than I want to admit. He likes this. He likes watching me.
He likes seeing me lose control for him.
I circle my clit faster, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
My other hand comes up to my breast, kneading the soft flesh. My thumb flicks over my nipple, and I cry out, my body arching off the bed.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Show me. Show me how you touch yourself while thinking of me."
I am putting on a show for him.
A desperate, wanton, shameless show.
And I have never felt more alive.
My fingers move faster, circling my clit in a frantic rhythm. I am chasing a release that is just out of reach, a frustrating, maddening itch that I can't quite scratch.
"Mario," I gasp, my head thrown back, my body writhing. "I... I can't. I need to come."
"No," he says, his voice firm. "Not yet."
I sob, a raw, broken sound of frustration. I pinch my nipple and cry out as the fingers on my clit move faster. My hips buck, and I am so close. Just a little more. I can feel it building, a wave cresting inside me.
Mario reaches down and grips my wrist, stopping me.
My eyes fly open.
"No," I gasp. "Please."
He pulls my hand up and pins it to the bed next to my head, then does the same with the other hand. His grip is tight, an unbreakable hold that is both terrifying and intensely arousing.
