Close to the Edge

Ember

As soon as I was bared to him, he released a heavy breath, his eyes burning as he sat back on the couch. He looked like a sculpted god sitting there, his long, thick cock curving almost elegantly toward his naval and not quite covering the smattering of hair between the two body parts.

His blond hair was mussed from sleep and from my hands running through it, and his blue eyes were alight with need and desire. “I like seeing the way you’ve been touching yourself today. Touch yourself for me. I want you to make yourself moan.”

“I thought we weren’t listening to each other today.” I tried sounding nonchalant, but I couldn’t quite get there. My heart rate spiked, and my breathing became labored. I liked the idea of watching him as I put on a show for him.

“I listened when you told me not to put my hands on you right now, didn’t I?” His eyes raked over my body, filled with so much need that the urge to banter with him disappeared completely.

His tone was so low and so commanding tha