Page 52 of Vying Girls

She shoots me a look, making me laugh. With how much I’m starting to enjoy tweaking her, this might not end well for me.

Taking what feels like a significant risk, I part my legs. With them bent at the knees, I fall completely open to her gaze.

Her eyes drift down and I see her swallow. There’s arousal there, that’s kind of hard to miss, but there’s something else too. Something more guarded.

‘Hey.’ I wait until her eyes meet mine. ‘Safe word is serpent, okay?’

‘Told you, you don’t need one.’

‘It’s not for me.’

I hold her eyes until she drops them. It’s not a weakness, needing to stop. I hope she knows that. I hope she feels safe with me.

Any time for conversation is over when she takes my hand, the one tied with the ribbon, and places it over my pussy.

‘Touch yourself.’

Oh.

I hold my breath as I locate my clit. I’m on fire with her watching me like this, more sensitive as a result. Gathering my wetness, I smear myself, sighing softly.

‘Pretty girl,’ Haz breathes.

She’s looking at my face, but I have no doubt she’s talking about my pussy, spread open and exposed to her.

I circle myself steadily, the speed guaranteed to bring me to a strong, leisurely orgasm. I love doing this, touching myself for someone else’s pleasure. Love it more when they’re doing the same but I’m not about to put that pressure on Haz. This is hot enough. Like our dynamic’s less equal. She’s so black and white about everything, makes sense she’d be the same in bed. Top and bottom. Dominant and submissive. Thankfully, I love it just as much.

With my next gasp, she yanks the ribbon, wrenching my hand away.

At my dumbfounded expression, she smiles. ‘Thought I’d let you get off?’ She tsks. ‘Silly thing.’

I hold my tongue. I’m not begging her. Not this early. I know that’s exactly what she wants.

After a moment, she returns my hand. ‘Do not come.’

I don’t answer, filled with relief at being able to touch myself again. I slow it down this time, not wanting her to stop me too quickly.

‘How does that feel?’

‘Good.’

‘I want more than that. Tell me.’

I lick my lips, struggling to form any coherent thought. ‘I’m super wet. Feels so good.’

‘I can see just how wet you are, greedy girl. Can you feel your clit? Are you hard?’

‘Yeah,’ I breathe, rubbing my finger side to side and feeling exactly how hard I am.

‘I can almost taste you, Tilda.’

I suck in a breath, those words sending a bolt straight to my clit.

Haz jerks on the ribbon.

I close my eyes, trying to breathe through the frustration.

‘If you could see yourself now.’ Haz’s hand is hot on mine, her fingers feeling like a gift. ‘You’re a fucking vision.’