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“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Nothing” I reply, sitting up so fast I get dizzy. I grab the sheets and pull them over myself, hoping she didn’t see anything.

She approaches the bed slowly, never breaking eye contact. Her finger brushes against my ankle where it peeks out from beneath the sheets, trailing upward until her hand rests lightly on my stomach.

“I want you to show me,” she says.

My face burns. “I can’t show you.”

I grip the sheets tighter.

She leans close to my ear. “Show me,” she whispers. “You want to be good, don’t you?”

Her hand never leaves my abdomen.

Slowly, I lower the sheets. Her eyes linger on me before she sits beside me, taking hold of my hips and pulling me back against her chest.

“So pretty,” she murmurs.

I let out a soft whine, nerves making my heart race.

“You can do it,” she says gently. “Show me.”

Her hand settles over my forearm. I swallow hard, feeling both embarrassed and flustered under her attention.

“You were doing so good earlier, all I need you to do is to keep going,” she whispers.

My breath catches.

“You were watching me?”

“I couldn’t help myself you were practically screaming at one point” she replied

“Give me your hand.”

I hesitate before obeying. She takes my hand and meets my gaze, her attention fixed entirely on me. The moment leaves me breathless, my pulse hammering in my chest as I try to hold her stare.

She draws my fingers closer, pausing just long enough to make me squirm. Then, slowly, she parts her lips and takes them into her mouth. The heat of it shocks me wet and insistent, her tongue curling around them.

I watch her, mouth open and wide eyed, unable to look away as she works my fingers with soft, deliberate suction. My breath catches in my throat, a whimper escaping me.

She pulls back with a soft, deliberate sound, my fingers glistening. Her eyes never leave mine as she guides my hand downward, pressing my palm against myself where I'm aching. I cry out at the contact, arching into my own touch, and she keeps her hand over mine, showing me the rhythm, pushing my fingers inside with a firm, steady pressure that makes my vision blur.