While He Watches Read online S.E. Law (Forbidden Fantasies #3)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
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His hand releases my curls and moves to gently stroke my breast. The teeth in my shoulder have turned into soft kisses.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers in my ear.

“For what?” I laugh, still kneeling in his lap with him inside me. “Why would you be sorry for giving me mind-blowing sex? For making me feel more desired than I thought possible?”

An inarticulate groan comes from his throat.

“I know I got a little rough, sweetheart. I hope I didn’t hurt you at all. That was never my intention.”

I reluctantly slide off of him so I can look him in the face, and he’s so handsome and troubled at once.

“Peter, that wasn’t too rough at all. It was intense. And when I say it was an incredible experience of pain and pleasure intertwined, I don’t mean pain in the regular context. There was nothing unpleasant about it. It was more of a concentrated stimulation that teetered perfectly on the edge of overwhelming.”

The concern and guilt I saw on his face a second ago is replaced by a reassured smile. He leans in and kisses me delicately, as if savoring my sweetness.

“Now you see why I kept my hands in my pockets when you arrived and why I warned you that I would take from you until you had nothing left to give,” he says.

“No, not really,” I smile back. “I’m not as fragile as you seem to think. And who said I have nothing left to give?”

The warning look in his eyes makes shivers go down my spine as I brace myself for another pleasurable assault.

10

Peter

Maybe my concern with being too rough with Whitney is unfounded because she’s absolutely glowing as she sits nude in front of me.

“Is that a challenge for next time?” I tease.

She throws me a saucy smile.

“Maybe. Actually, definitely. I like your idea of taking from me. I feel like I benefitted more from your taking than you did. But I didn’t know we were finished quite yet.”

I smirk at her.

“Well then, I guess we aren’t. I did say I wasn’t letting you leave tonight. Come with me.”

I lead her into my bathroom where there’s a rarely used spa tub. I start filling the giant basin. Candles have already been arranged around the slate ledge surrounding it and I light them to create a romantic mood.

“Ooh, are there bubbles?” she giggles. “I haven’t had a bubble bath since I was a baby!”

I grin but shake my head.

“No, because then I wouldn’t be able to see your luscious curves. I’m going to go get us some wine while the tub fills. Make yourself at home, sweetheart.”

She smiles.

“Bring bottled water too, please. I feel like I lost a lot of body fluids,” she calls out as I’m halfway down the stairs.

I chuckle to myself, silently agreeing she probably has lost a lot of fluids from the work-out I just gave her. Whitney’s humor is a breath of fresh air. Most New York women take themselves too seriously.

I practically run to the kitchen before returning to the bathroom to find her submerged in the steaming water. Her curls are piled in a knot on top of her head. Meanwhile, my body has decided ten minutes is enough to rest, and Whitney eyes my quick recovery as it stands at attention.

“Is that for me?” she asks coyly.

I can tell by the line of her gaze that she isn’t talking about the wine or the bottled water, but I feign innocence.

“Which do you want? Alcohol first? Or some H2O?”

She giggles.

“I should probably take the water, but you know that isn’t what I was talking about.”

I hand her the bottle of water, my eyes darkening.

“Oh really? Do you mean this then?” I ask softly, running my hand up and down my length. It pulses gently under her gaze and grows thicker as I speak.

“Yes, but I could watch you do that for a few minutes. You know when you asked me if I wanted to watch last night, I almost said yes. I just wasn’t sure how I would feel about it. Now, I realize how erotic it is. Come sit on the side of the tub for a minute and indulge me.”

I find the idea of her watching hugely arousing. Maybe now I understand the appeal of being a cam girl. I sit on the edge of the tub and put my feet in the water. Then, I lean back on one arm and stroke myself with the other, watching Whitney watch me. She runs her own hands over her silky breasts and spreads her legs in the water, trailing her fingertips up and down her thighs.

This heightens my thrill and I stroke myself faster. This is not how I saw this going, but I like it. Her breathing gets heavier and she moves a hand between her legs. I have a perfect view as she slides a finger inside herself, never taking her eyes off of my hand moving up and down my shaft. I find myself getting closer and closer to a release as she seems totally lost in pleasuring herself while watching me.


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