sighed. He’d never seen a more arousing sight in his life.
“More,” he whispered without planning it. That’s what he wanted, needed, with his whole soul in that moment. More .
Emily complied with his request, her body on fire. She was doing this, really doing it, and Simon appeared just as riveted as Dawn had promised he would be. Reaching down, she stroked through her moist flesh for him again and again—each pass drawing another hot sigh or moan from her man even as her own arousal grew.
Having his eyes on her while she did this was more powerful than she’d even imagined. That first stroke had been hard—truly letting go of her lifelong fears about sex was complicated—but now, it was becoming easier, slowly easier, with each swipe of her finger through her moist slit.
Glancing down, she saw how open she was, how excited and ready, and she was reminded of the raw, blatant view she was giving her man. A last ounce of that awful, hideous sense of shame bit at her—but then she forced it away. This is okay .More than okay . This is good . Pleasuring yourself while you pleasure your lover . This is … pretty freaking 49
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amazing , in fact . And then the shame was gone, and she was free. Free to be the woman she wanted to be for Simon.
“You’re so hot, my sugarplum girl,” Simon cooed to her, his lids heavy now, eyes shaded with desire.
“Do you like this? Like watching me rub my pussy for you?” Her voice came breathy, because it was another step, and felt huge, but she wanted it, wanted to arouse him with her words as much as with her body.
Simon actually looked weak with passion. “Oh my God, baby, yes . Rub it for me.
Rub your beautiful cunt for me.”
She sucked in her breath, more aroused than bothered by the word. Which made a soft smile steal over her face. And gave her even more courage—the courage to follow a whim.
Sensually biting her lip, she reached to a nearby table where a decorative snowman mug held a handful of red-and-white-striped candy canes. She snatched one out, grabbing on to the curve at the end, and slid the length of it slowly through her lips, one side to the other, the taste of the peppermint on her tongue somehow arousing her even more. Then she slowly eased the stick of candy down, down into the folds of her pussy, using it like a finger, surprised when something in the mint made her tingle even more than she already was.
“Aw…” Simon moaned, his mouth going slack at the sight.
Emily rolled the peppermint cane slowly across her parted flesh while he watched—before beginning to slide it up and down.
“Oh, baby, that’s so fucking hot.”
She licked her upper lip, fully into it now, pleasing herself, pleasing Simon. And then she followed another wild whim, letting the tip of the candy cane sink lower, lower, until she held it poised at the opening of her passage. Simon’s gaze was glued to her cunt. She eased the length of the candy inside.
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Simon’s moan cut through the low music that still played, fueling her pleasure, and she followed the instinct to move the thin stick of candy in and out, in and out, pushing it all the way to the crook of the cane, then easing it slowly back for Simon’s hungry eyes. She was fucking herself with a candy cane . She couldn’t quite believe it, but she was fucking herself with a candy cane—and it was good.
So good—the audacity of it, the raw sex of it, the heat that shone in Simon’s expression—that she didn’t fight the urge to reach her free hand down, using the first two fingers to caress lazy circles over her clit. Mmm, it was swollen now, sensitive and hot—it felt huge beneath her fingers. She moaned in response as the pleasure stretched through her, magnified and multiplied by the motions of the candy cane below and by Simon’s rapt attention.
“Make yourself come for me, baby,” Simon demanded. And for the first time in her life, she relished a sexual command,
“More,” he whispered without planning it. That’s what he wanted, needed, with his whole soul in that moment. More .
Emily complied with his request, her body on fire. She was doing this, really doing it, and Simon appeared just as riveted as Dawn had promised he would be. Reaching down, she stroked through her moist flesh for him again and again—each pass drawing another hot sigh or moan from her man even as her own arousal grew.
Having his eyes on her while she did this was more powerful than she’d even imagined. That first stroke had been hard—truly letting go of her lifelong fears about sex was complicated—but now, it was becoming easier, slowly easier, with each swipe of her finger through her moist slit.
Glancing down, she saw how open she was, how excited and ready, and she was reminded of the raw, blatant view she was giving her man. A last ounce of that awful, hideous sense of shame bit at her—but then she forced it away. This is okay .More than okay . This is good . Pleasuring yourself while you pleasure your lover . This is … pretty freaking 49
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amazing , in fact . And then the shame was gone, and she was free. Free to be the woman she wanted to be for Simon.
“You’re so hot, my sugarplum girl,” Simon cooed to her, his lids heavy now, eyes shaded with desire.
“Do you like this? Like watching me rub my pussy for you?” Her voice came breathy, because it was another step, and felt huge, but she wanted it, wanted to arouse him with her words as much as with her body.
Simon actually looked weak with passion. “Oh my God, baby, yes . Rub it for me.
Rub your beautiful cunt for me.”
She sucked in her breath, more aroused than bothered by the word. Which made a soft smile steal over her face. And gave her even more courage—the courage to follow a whim.
Sensually biting her lip, she reached to a nearby table where a decorative snowman mug held a handful of red-and-white-striped candy canes. She snatched one out, grabbing on to the curve at the end, and slid the length of it slowly through her lips, one side to the other, the taste of the peppermint on her tongue somehow arousing her even more. Then she slowly eased the stick of candy down, down into the folds of her pussy, using it like a finger, surprised when something in the mint made her tingle even more than she already was.
“Aw…” Simon moaned, his mouth going slack at the sight.
Emily rolled the peppermint cane slowly across her parted flesh while he watched—before beginning to slide it up and down.
“Oh, baby, that’s so fucking hot.”
She licked her upper lip, fully into it now, pleasing herself, pleasing Simon. And then she followed another wild whim, letting the tip of the candy cane sink lower, lower, until she held it poised at the opening of her passage. Simon’s gaze was glued to her cunt. She eased the length of the candy inside.
50
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Simon’s moan cut through the low music that still played, fueling her pleasure, and she followed the instinct to move the thin stick of candy in and out, in and out, pushing it all the way to the crook of the cane, then easing it slowly back for Simon’s hungry eyes. She was fucking herself with a candy cane . She couldn’t quite believe it, but she was fucking herself with a candy cane—and it was good.
So good—the audacity of it, the raw sex of it, the heat that shone in Simon’s expression—that she didn’t fight the urge to reach her free hand down, using the first two fingers to caress lazy circles over her clit. Mmm, it was swollen now, sensitive and hot—it felt huge beneath her fingers. She moaned in response as the pleasure stretched through her, magnified and multiplied by the motions of the candy cane below and by Simon’s rapt attention.
“Make yourself come for me, baby,” Simon demanded. And for the first time in her life, she relished a sexual command,
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