[spoiler]She turned her head to where she could see him. He was absolutely, one hundred per cent focused on where she touched herself: head cocked, tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth. He worked the flesh over his dick, following her tempo, the head shining with precome.

‘Talk to me,’ she said. ‘Tell me what you’re going to do to me.’

Aside from a grunt, he never broke his gaze. ‘So many things, Carrie. So many things.’

Carrie bit down on her frustration and reached further, using two fingers to spread herself. ‘Tell me.’

He said nothing for a moment, while his glassy eyes watched her finger circle the mouth of her pussy. Just when Carrie could have screamed, he laughed and his gaze met hers.

‘If it’s talk you want, you’re going to have to give it to me. This is your performance. Tell me what you would have me do to you.’

Carrie closed her eyes. Her momentum picked up as he covered her fingers with his, not guiding, not urging, just enjoying.

‘I want you to hold me down. Not tie me down, like you said, but hold me down.’

‘How?

‘‘Hand on the back of my neck,’ she went on. The pace of her fingers picked up around her clit, sending ripples outwards from where she stroked. ‘Keeping me there while you fuck me.’

‘More.’

‘Pounding me.’

She worked the swollen flesh faster now, her body charging with every stroke of her finger. She was hot and ached everywhere. Brendan matched her. His length shone as he pumped away.

‘And?’

This, she thought as she worked faster. This is perfect. Getting off while he watched, watching his tanned hand working that mouth-watering length. Building her fantasy.

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