James wants to watch

James stepped back, his chest heaving as he watched her, his cock still semi-hard. He reached down and helped her to her feet, spinning her around to face him. He unclasped her bra, letting her small, firm breasts spill out into his waiting hands.

He tweaked her nipples, watching them harden under his touch, and then he bent down to take one in his mouth, suckling hard.

Felicity gasped, the sensation sending a bolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her hands found their way to his shoulders, her nails digging in as she held on for dear life. James's mouth moved to her other breast, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin. He was so much more aggressive than she had ever expected, but it only served to make her want him more.

"Now, get on the bed," James ordered, his voice like a dark promise. "Sit on the edge, legs spread wide." Felicity's cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, but she did as she was told, perching on the edge of the plush mattress. He sat back on the sofa, his cock still standing proud, watching her with hooded eyes. "Take your panties off," he said, his voice thick with need.

Felicity slid the damp fabric down her legs, feeling the cool air against her exposed skin. She sat there, her legs apart, her pussy glistening with desire. James's gaze was intense, and she felt the weight of it on her like a physical touch. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand stroking his cock lazily. "Now, touch yourself. I want to see you get all wet and ready for me."

Her hands trembled as she reached down to obey, her fingers lightly brushing her swollen clit before sliding down to part her folds. She had never been so openly sexual before, but the way James was looking at her made her want to please him, to show him how much she craved him. She began to rub herself, the sensations building quickly as she watched him watch her. She had never felt so powerful, so sexy.

James's eyes never left her as he stroked himself, his hand moving faster with each moan she let escape. "That's it, baby," he encouraged. "Tell me how much you want it." Felicity's breath grew ragged, her hips moving in time with her hand. She felt a pressure building within her, a pressure she hadn't felt since James had first touched her.