“Please,” she begged, rolling her hips against me, and I hissed at the contact, at how hard I already was for her.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t put into words how much hearing that she needed me was exactly what I needed. So, I answered her with a kiss of my own, cradling the back of her neck and holding her to me as I opened my mouth and cued her to do the same. I swept my tongue inside, cherishing the soft whimper of a moan that slipped from Giana when I did. Her hands twisted in my hair until one of them snaked down between us, and she ran her palm along my length straining against my sweatpants.
“Fuck,” I cursed, rolling into the touch. I managed to pause, to open my eyes and look at how tentative she was watching me. “Are you sure?”
“Show me.”
She answered so quickly, so definitively that my cock twitched under her palm, and she wet her lips, eyes falling down to look at my bulge as she gripped it a little firmer.
Carefully, I hoisted her off my lap, leaving her there on her knees as I stood. I towered over her, nose flaring at the sight of her looking up at me as I went to undo the tie of my sweatpants. As if she’d missed some sort of cue, she pushed up onto her shins, hands reaching out to finish the job.
“Let me.”
I paused, internally groaning from just those two words alone. I clenched my jaw so hard it ached as I watched her tenderly loosen the strings, and then she tucked her slender fingertips in the band, tugging them down my hips.
She hesitated when they were a little hard to get off, looking up at me like she was second-guessing. And like a lightbulb in the dark, I remembered her books.
I remembered every scene she highlighted, and I knew without asking what she needed from me.
“Show me you want it,” I demanded, voice low and firm.
Her lips parted, chest heaving as she kept her eyes on me and tugged my sweatpants with more force. This time, they slid over my ass and down to my knees. Without hesitation, she grabbed my briefs and did the same with them, freeing my erection.
The air was too cold, and as if she sensed it, her warm hand wrapped around me as soon as my briefs were at my knees. I hissed at the contact, and she looked up at me with worried eyes.
Then, without a word of guidance from me, she pulled her hand away from me, ran her tongue over her palm and along each of her fingers, and then touched me with the wetness.
“Like this, right?” she asked as my eyes rolled back, knees buckling a bit at how it felt to have her warm, wet fist wrap around me.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Now, tease me. Get me worked up.”
She frowned. “How?”
“Do what feels natural, and listen to how I react.” I licked my lips. “You love to study so much, Kitten… study me.”
Her eyes were hot with desire, and she ran her thumb over the precum on my tip, swirling it in a small circle. I bit my lip as she rolled her hand down my shaft next, all the way to the base before she loosened her hand enough to bring it to my crown and back down again.
“Just like that,” I praised, and like I knew she would, Giana beamed.
Her tentativeness faded, and with more confidence, she rolled her hand over me again, up and down, pressure firm in the right places.
I flexed into her touch. “I love seeing you like this,” I husked. “On your knees.”
Her eyelids fluttered, and she swallowed, squirming a bit as she continued to work me with her hand.
“It turns you on, too, doesn’t it?” I asked.
She blinked up at me. “Y-yes.”
The confession made my lips curl. “Touch yourself,” I commanded. “Show me how wet you are.”
Giana pinned her bottom lip with her teeth, one hand still slowly working me as the other dipped between her thighs. She spread her knees wider to allow better access, and I knew the moment she slipped her fingers under her panties because her breath caught, lips opening.
“Let me see.”
Slowly, she withdrew her hand, eyes widening when she saw her glossy fingertips before she offered them up to me.
“Good girl.”
She shuddered, grip tightening over my shaft so I knew my words affected her just how I wanted them to. I smiled, stepping closer, and her back hit the dome so that she had no choice but to come face to face with where she gripped me.
“Stick out your tongue.”
Hesitating, she loosened her grip on me and did as I asked. And when those eyes crawled back up to mine, I couldn’t help but curse out loud at the sight of her — knees still spread, mouth open, tongue out, chest heaving as she waited for my next move.