“Fuck yourself.”
Heat pulsed through Kirsty as she stared at him reclined on the hotel bed. Sunlight poured through the windows, catching the sheen on his bare flesh.
“Excuse me?” said Kirsty, proud of how steady her voice was compared to her pulse. She had known after their pillow talk that he would begin pushing her, but she hadn’t expected it to happen this soon. The excitement made her heart sing.
“I don’t think I stuttered,” he said with a smile, moving his arm away from his body, index and middle fingers extended. “Come over here and fuck yourself.”
A second wave of heat hit her like a physical slap. Kirsty took two hesitant steps back toward the bed, her eyes flicking toward the clock on the wall. She knew she was the one with the power, but it felt good to be pushed. “I don’t think I have time.”
His tongue flicked across his lips as he stretched, lazy and feline, making himself comfortable.
“If you’re quick, you’ll have time.”
The challenge in his face decided for her. Kirsty closed the distance, climbing onto the bed, moving to mount him. But though his body was clearly ready for her again, he shook his head.
“That would be me fucking you, my darling. I said fuck yourself.”
Hesitating with her skirt half drawn up, Kirsty asked, “You want me to play with myself?”
“Not quite,” he whispered, his eyes drawing her attention to his pointing fingers.
“Oh,” said Kirsty, tasting her pulse. She had reached a split in the path. Down one road was safety and control, the same life she had always known; down the other was everything she had desired, given by a man she trusted completely.
Moving with exaggerated slowness, she positioned herself over his hand, raising her skirt just enough for him to see she hadn’t put her underwear back on.
“Are you going to lift your arm for me?”
“That would be me doing the work,” he replied.
Using both hands on his muscular forearm, Kirsty lifted it until she felt him brush against her. Rolling her hips, she positioned herself so his rigid fingers rested just below her. “You mean like this?”
He exhaled, eyes fixed on her, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. Satisfaction flickered there, quiet and unmistakable.
“Perfect.”
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