help but tremble when it occurs to me that if it weren’t for my g-string, I’d be this close to being impaled on him. It’s an idea I flirt with as I raise my ass slightly so that his cock is practically tickling my clothed entrance …
“Touch yourself,” I suddenly hear him say, his voice hoarse and urgent in a way that I’ve never heard before. “I want to see you touch yourself.”
I’m only too happy to oblige, given that I’m maddeningly horny at this point, and I get on my knees, supporting myself with a hand on his thigh.
A wonderfully muscular thigh …
It’s incredibly exciting knowing that he has an even better view of my naughtiest parts now, and it seems like the perfect time to pull aside my g-string and slide a finger into myself. I’m so wet it sounds positively obscene - not that the moan that escapes my lips is any less so!
I play with myself for a bit before I turn round and look at him.
He’s very flushed, and he’s handling his cock as he’s staring at me and my crotch with a strangely focused expression …
God, he’s so hot. Even though we’re not touching at the moment I can feel the body heat emanating off him … The sexual tension in the room is palpable.
The room smells of sex in any case, given that my juices are flowing down my inner thighs, now that my cleft’s no longer covered by that skimpy shred of satin …
I redouble my efforts as I think about what it would be like if he were to grab me and fuck me senseless, and it doesn’t take me long before I come, in a trembling, wet, pleasurable mess.
He comes too, as I do, and as I hear him grunt I feel more than one spurt of his seed hit my ass cheeks.
Sebastian Morland’s seed …
I turn around and smile at him as I return to his lap.
“I hope you liked that, Dr. Morland,” I murmur in my sweetest voice - I’m feeling tender, very tender towards him, and given what happened last Saturday I don’t think it’s unreasonable to hope for round two, especially since he’s still semi-hard at the moment.
For all I know, at the rate we’re going, I might actually lose my virginity tonight …
But he doesn’t quite respond the way I’d hoped.
He does smile, but it’s a tight little smile, no longer what it was when he was beaming at me earlier, and there’s a new tension in the air, by which I don’t mean the good, sexual variety.
“Thank you, Ms. Lytton,” he says, back in polite mode. “That was quite lovely. Would you like a cup of coffee before you go?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She’s looking at me, aghast, before she blushes furiously and springs from my lap as though it were scalding her.
“Thank you, Dr. Morland, that won’t be necessary,” she says, her voice so measured that it’s obvious she’s trying to hide her agitation.
Fuck.
“Ms. Lytton - Paige -”
“Do you mind if I change in your bathroom?” she interpolates, before I can say anything else.
“Please go ahead,” I reply.
“Thanks,” she says curtly as she grabs the bag she brought with her and makes off for the bathroom.
Fuck!
I’ve clearly offended her. Which I most certainly didn’t mean to.
I mean, I could have let her stay, I suppose.
It’s just that, once I came and my mind cleared, I couldn’t help but feel that I was exploiting her.
It’s not exactly like I’ve never been aware of that aspect of the offer I made her, but up till now I was always able to rationalise everything. I was going to help her, protect her from the unwanted attentions of Caleb, keep her safe.
But under it all, this is really all about something quite different, isn’t it?
It’s about lust and obsession … My lust and obsession.
Does that make me any better than Caleb?
Well, I suppose I’m a bit more polite about it, and I do actually care about her a great deal, whereas he clearly doesn’t, but when all is said and done I also want to give her a good, hard
“Touch yourself,” I suddenly hear him say, his voice hoarse and urgent in a way that I’ve never heard before. “I want to see you touch yourself.”
I’m only too happy to oblige, given that I’m maddeningly horny at this point, and I get on my knees, supporting myself with a hand on his thigh.
A wonderfully muscular thigh …
It’s incredibly exciting knowing that he has an even better view of my naughtiest parts now, and it seems like the perfect time to pull aside my g-string and slide a finger into myself. I’m so wet it sounds positively obscene - not that the moan that escapes my lips is any less so!
I play with myself for a bit before I turn round and look at him.
He’s very flushed, and he’s handling his cock as he’s staring at me and my crotch with a strangely focused expression …
God, he’s so hot. Even though we’re not touching at the moment I can feel the body heat emanating off him … The sexual tension in the room is palpable.
The room smells of sex in any case, given that my juices are flowing down my inner thighs, now that my cleft’s no longer covered by that skimpy shred of satin …
I redouble my efforts as I think about what it would be like if he were to grab me and fuck me senseless, and it doesn’t take me long before I come, in a trembling, wet, pleasurable mess.
He comes too, as I do, and as I hear him grunt I feel more than one spurt of his seed hit my ass cheeks.
Sebastian Morland’s seed …
I turn around and smile at him as I return to his lap.
“I hope you liked that, Dr. Morland,” I murmur in my sweetest voice - I’m feeling tender, very tender towards him, and given what happened last Saturday I don’t think it’s unreasonable to hope for round two, especially since he’s still semi-hard at the moment.
For all I know, at the rate we’re going, I might actually lose my virginity tonight …
But he doesn’t quite respond the way I’d hoped.
He does smile, but it’s a tight little smile, no longer what it was when he was beaming at me earlier, and there’s a new tension in the air, by which I don’t mean the good, sexual variety.
“Thank you, Ms. Lytton,” he says, back in polite mode. “That was quite lovely. Would you like a cup of coffee before you go?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
She’s looking at me, aghast, before she blushes furiously and springs from my lap as though it were scalding her.
“Thank you, Dr. Morland, that won’t be necessary,” she says, her voice so measured that it’s obvious she’s trying to hide her agitation.
Fuck.
“Ms. Lytton - Paige -”
“Do you mind if I change in your bathroom?” she interpolates, before I can say anything else.
“Please go ahead,” I reply.
“Thanks,” she says curtly as she grabs the bag she brought with her and makes off for the bathroom.
Fuck!
I’ve clearly offended her. Which I most certainly didn’t mean to.
I mean, I could have let her stay, I suppose.
It’s just that, once I came and my mind cleared, I couldn’t help but feel that I was exploiting her.
It’s not exactly like I’ve never been aware of that aspect of the offer I made her, but up till now I was always able to rationalise everything. I was going to help her, protect her from the unwanted attentions of Caleb, keep her safe.
But under it all, this is really all about something quite different, isn’t it?
It’s about lust and obsession … My lust and obsession.
Does that make me any better than Caleb?
Well, I suppose I’m a bit more polite about it, and I do actually care about her a great deal, whereas he clearly doesn’t, but when all is said and done I also want to give her a good, hard
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