“Then hurry, I’m so close,” she murmurs, reaching one hand down between her legs and making a show of playing with herself. My lungs seize and my head tips back as I let out a rough, “Fuuuccckkk.” Because this is not making me want to hurry. It’s making want to take a seat and watch. So I do. I retreat a few steps, plunk down in my favorite chair. Gripping the armrests, I take in the view. Her pale skin seems to catch the fiery pink and orange hues slashing across the sky. “Come for me, Gwen,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Let me watch.”
