Chapter 121

I part my thighs wide for him, feeling the slick heat of my arousal already coating my folds, and let my fingers trail over the swell of my breasts, pausing to circle one tight n****e. 

My fingers move down my stomach, trembling with anticipation, until they slip between my thighs to find the slick folds of my p***y, already swollen and dripping with need. 

The first brush of my fingertips against my clit sends a sharp jolt through me, and I exhale shakily, tracing the swollen lips of my p***y with deliberate slowness, circling the sensitive nub again and again as wetness gathers and coats my hand. 

Each stroke draws the pleasure tighter, my hips lifting instinctively toward my touch as I dip two fingers inside my p***y, feeling the soft, yielding heat clench around them. My free hand grips the rug beside me, anchoring me against the rising tide. 

Locke stands over me, eyes dark and hooded, his c**k pressing hard against the fabric of his jeans, yet he makes no move to touch me or himself. 

He just watches, the weight of his attention pinning me in place, deepening the intirnacy until every sensation feels amplified by his presence. 

My arousal coils tighter, clit throbbing beneath my fingertips, wetness coating my thighs as I fuck myself with increasing urgency, chasing the edge without crossing it.