Page 63 of Wild Thing
So, so slowly.
Every move was calculated and for optimal viewing pleasure. I rose and turned to face the screen just as slowly, every movement deliberate, a masterclass in seduction without saying a word.
My body felt hot as I sauntered closer to the screen, my hands sliding over my tits. I moved like a predatory animal; a stealthy cat, fluid, gracious and dangerous.
I unclipped my bra, freeing my breasts from the confines of the lace. I squeezed my tits together, then rubbed my nipples slowly, before pinching them hard.
Brax's breathing intensified. There was movement under the blanket.
My lips curved into a knowing smile. He was touching himself.
I asked him to tell me what he was doing. He ignored me. Or maybe I'd imagined that I'd said it out loud, when really, I had asked it in my mind.
His gaze was dark, his eyes heavy and glazed. I had him entranced.
Exactly where I wanted him.
For now, this was perfect. It was sexual theater.
“Show me what you're doing,” I ordered.
This time, he did what he was told.
Brax shifted his phone, giving me a clear view as he let the sheet fall away. He was rock hard, his tattooed hand holding his dick at the base. I forgot what a monster he was packing. The sheer size of him was enough to make my pussy ache with need even more than it already was.
“What do you want me to do, Brax?”
“Keep dancing for me.”
I started to dance again, this time turning my body to the side.
“This is what I want to do to you.”
My hips rolled in a slow, deliberate S shape, moving forward and back, each motion drawn out, lingering... so achingly slow.
He was silent, but pleasuring himself with long, firm strokes, clearly enjoying the show.
Facing back towards the camera, I sat on the back of the lounge and spread my legs. “Do you like what you see?”
He didn’t answer again, his eyes fixed on me as he bit his lip.
A sly smile curled on my lips as I ran my hands slowly over my body, savoring the moment.
I felt like a fucking goddess.
My hands roamed my body. It felt good to feel desired.
To be wanted.
To be seen.
I slid my hand inside my red thong. This was a show and I was committed to a happy ending.
I traced my finger under the lining and sank it down to my pussy.
“I’m so wet for you Brax,” I whispered.
I had the confidence of a porn star courtesy of the blend of alcohol, the music and the hardened dick on the other side of the screen.
