Andmaybeit wouldn't be so bad if Alex really saw me after all.
But that's too much to think about right now, so I don't. I press the rose harder against my clit, gasping as I work myself, my hips moving in small circles. I clench the bed sheets with my other hand, twisting the fabric between my fingers.
Alex watches my hand move as I pleasure myself, his eyes tracking every movement, and I can see his cock twitch, another bead of precum forming at the tip and sliding down the shaft. He reaches down and wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly.
I press harder and harder, my breath coming faster, pantingnow. The vibrations are intense, almost too much, but I can feel the pleasure building already, coiling tight in my core.
"Oh, oh!" I can't help the sounds escaping me, high and desperate and completely uncontrolled.
He grips his cock tighter and starts stroking himself with more purpose as he watches me fall apart, his breathing getting heavier.
"Fuck, Isabelle," he groans "You're so fucking beautiful like this. I could watch you all night."
I can't form words, my brain is too scrambled, so I keep eye contact, holding his gaze even though it feels like being seen straight through to my bones. Why haven't I been masturbating in front of someone before? It's so much hotter when a man is above you jerking off to the sight of you coming undone. This is a revelation.
"Make yourself come, Isabelle," he says, his voice is commanding and I clench around nothing. "I want to see it."
"I, er," I falter, suddenly self-conscious. "Don't you want to do thattogether?"
He smiles, slow and knowing. "We will. I plan on making you come multiple times tonight. This is just the first one."
I've never been so turned on in my entire life, and that's terrifying. In an effort to hide how much of a hold he has on me right now, I throw on what I hope is a look of casual indifference.
"Well unfortunately for you, I get too sensitive after one orgasm, so it's not really possible to have multiple. It's just how my body works. Sorry you're going to miss out..."
I ease up slightly on the rose toy, teasing myself, hoping he takes the bait and grabs it to properly fuck me himself. But he just smiles at me, slow and devastating, the dimple appearing in his cheek.
"We'll see about that," he says, his tone making it clear he's taking that as a challenge. "Now fuck yourself for me."
I gasp and work myself with the rose more deliberately, building the pleasure more and more. He strokes himself slowly, matching my rhythm, not rushing toward his own completion, just enjoying the show.
His gaze bores through me like a physical heat, intense and unwavering, and I want to look away, to not be so completely seen, but it's as though he's cast a spell on me and all I can do is writhe in pleasure under his gaze.
The waves of pleasure become too much, rolling through me in increasingly intense pulses.
"Oh fuck!" I cry out, my whole body spasming. The orgasm crashes through me in waves, one after another, and I shake, my thighs trembling, my pussy clenching rhythmically around nothing.
Then Alex drops the rest of the distance down on top of me, bracing himself on his forearms so he doesn't crush me, and kisses me hard, swallowing my cries. Everything lights up, hypersensitive now.
My pussy is still trembling from the orgasm, sensitive and almost raw, but his fingers find my entrance and slide in through the wet and it feels amazing and overwhelming all at once. I'm slick and swollen and so sensitive that even his fingers feel like too much and not enough at the same time.
He pulls his fingers out slowly, and I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he wipes my wetness all over his cock, coating himself thoroughly, using my slickness as lubricant. The sight is so hot that I moan just watching him. Then he steps back off the bed, standing at the edge, still stroking himself with my wetness coating his hand.
"See," he says, grinning down at me like he knows exactly what he's doing to me. “Now you'll see what I mean when I give you round two. You're going to come on my cock, Isabelle."
"Oh really?" I grab his forearm and yank, using his momentum against him, and somehow manage to swap ourpositions. He falls back onto the bed with a surprised laugh and I climb on top of him, straddling his hips. I remove the rose toy and toss it aside somewhere, hearing it buzz against the floor. I grind my wet pussy along his cock, sliding back and forth, coating him even more, and he groans beneath me.
"Fuck!" He grips my hips hard, his fingers digging into my flesh as I tease him, sliding and grinding without letting him inside yet.
"Not so confident now, huh?" I say breathlessly, and he smiles up at me, looking like every fantasy I've ever had.
I rise up on my knees, reaching down to grab his cock. It's hot and thick in my hand, and I position him at my entrance, holding eye contact the whole time. I slide down slowly, taking just the head, and we both gasp.
"Oh god," I breathe.
I'm still sensitive from the first orgasm, every nerve ending firing, but his cock is big enough that as I slowly work myself down, taking him inch by inch, it reaches deep inside me, and thick enough that I can feel him stretching me, which burns slightly but in the best possible way.
He's filling me so completely that I have to stop halfway and breathe, adjusting to the size of him. Every time I shift even slightly I feel him everywhere, so deep inside me I can't tell where I end and he begins.