Page 122 of Sparks Fly

“That’s it,” she praised. “Touch yourself for me.”

Her hand disappeared from view, but I saw the shift in her shoulders and heard the change in her breathing.

“Are you touching yourself too?” I whispered.

“Of course I am, baby. Look at you.”

Heat rushed through me.

“Keep your hand there,” she said, her voice low and controlled. “Don’t rush. I want to watch you take your time.”

My fingers slowed, teasing more than touching. “Like this?”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “Fuck. Just like that.”

“You thought about this today, when you were on the boat? With all your friends? Thought about me fucking you?”

I moaned. “On the boat. In the shower. You baby. All I wanted was you.”

“Tell me what you thought about.” She breathed faster, I could tell how good she was making herself feel while she watched me.

“You. Your hands. How good it feels when you lick me. When you put my boobs in your mouth. The way you look at me when you’re about to…”

My breath broke. I closed my eyes. My body was shaking. I was getting close.

“Finish it,” she breathed.

“When you’re about to come for me,” it almost came out as a whimper.

A low sound escaped her, somewhere between a groan and a curse. “I’m so wet for you baby.”

My hand stilled for a second before moving again, slower and more deliberate, knowing she watched every inch.

“I’m close baby.”

“Good,” she said softly. “Stay there. Don’t rush it.”

I swallowed, my hand slowing like she’d asked, my breath uneven as I tried to hold onto the feeling instead of chasing it, but I wanted to come so bad.

Sawyers pace matched mine. “Such a good girl.” She said. My eyes closed tight.

“Look at me.”

I did.

Her eyes were locked on mine, steady and dark, like she was right there with me instead of across a screen.

“Baby I need to come.” I cried.

“Slow your pace” she said. “Just… breathe for a second.”

I let out a shaky exhale, my chest rising and falling as I tried to follow her, grounding myself in the sound of her voice.

“There you go,” she said quietly. “That’s it. Such a good girl. I wish I was there,”

“Fuck me too baby—”

“I’d take my time with you,” she went on, slower now, like she was letting herself imagine it too. “Wouldn’t rush you. Would just… stay right here with you until you couldn’t think about anything else.”