Scarlett eyebrows raise and her eyes widen, then she nods.

“Show me, then,” I command, letting go of her chin.

She blinks rapidly. “You want me to…”

“I want to watch,” I say, leaning back on my heels. “I want to learn so I can memorize the way you touch yourself, so I can touch you the way you like.”

There’s a slight pause—just a small one—before a look of determination crosses her gorgeous features. “Okay,” she agrees as she undoes the zipper of her jeans and slides them off. Next, her panties hit the ground. Reaching around her back, she makes quick work of the hook of bra, and that joins the rest of her clothes.

And then, she reclines back onto the pillows at the head of her bed, her skin glowing in the dull light of the room. Her dark nipples are peaked, and she bites her lip as she takes one between her fingers and rolls it. The fingers of her other hand glide between her legs, dipping inside of her. They come out glistening, and she uses the longest one to rub against her clit. Her eyes lock on mine, and she flashes me a coy smile.

Returning her grin, I palm my erection through my pants. The pressure isn’t nearly enough for any relief, but I can’t help it. I have to do something. “You like it when I watch you, don’t you?”

“Looks like you like it just as much,” she quips before pinching her nipple harder. She moans deliciously as she inserts one finger, then another inside of herself again. Her chest heaves as she works, increasing her pace. Little beads of sweat glistening above her breasts.

“Fuck, Scarlett,” I grind out, rubbing myself uselessly as I watch her. “You are so gorgeous like this, working yourself into a needy mess for me.”

Her eyes roll back in my direction, but they’re hooded now. “I am a mess.” She removes her fingers from inside herself to circle her clit again.

“A beautiful mess,” I say on a moan.

She licks her lips and drags her gaze all over me, little bumps rising in its wake. “It might help if I could see you. If you…” As if she’s lost the ability to talk, she trails off and tips her head back, her breaths coming even faster now. “Clothes off,” she demands.

I practically leap off the bed and shimmy out of my pants and boxers. My cock springs free, and I groan as I circle it with my palm, pumping in time with the work of her fingers.

“Can I taste you?” she whimpers. “Please?”

I grow impossibly harder at the thought of her tongue on me, but I shake my head. “I’m supposed to be watching you and learning.”

Raising an eyebrow in challenge, she smiles, then gasps as she pinches her peaked nipple again. “You can still watch.”