If not for my twice-daily jerk-off sessions, I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself.

Even now, after I just masturbated in the shower, lying wrapped around her like this is torture. I’m not willing to move away, though. I need to feel her against me, even if all I’m going to do is cuddle her. She needs rest, and I have every intention of letting her sleep. However, as I settle more comfortably on the pillow, she stirs in my arms and says sleepily, “Julian?”

“Of course, baby.” I give in to temptation and nuzzle the soft skin behind her ear as I slide my hand from her breast to the warm folds between her legs. “Who else could it be?”

“I—I don’t know…” Her breathing catches as I find her clit and press on it. “What time is it?”

“It’s late.” I push one finger into her to test her readiness, and my dick throbs at the slickness I feel in her tight, hot channel. “I should let you go back to sleep.”

“No.” She gasps as I curve my finger inside her, hitting her G-spot. “I’m okay, really.”

“Are you?” I can’t resist tormenting her a little. I have to rein in my sadistic urges these days, but hearing her beg is not something I can pass up. Lowering my voice, I murmur, “I’m not so sure. I think I should stop.”

“No, please don’t.” She moans as I circle her clit with my thumb and simultaneously rub my hard-on on her ass. “Please don’t stop.”

“Tell me what you want me to do to you then.” I continue circling her clit. She feels like live fire in my arms, her body warm and sleek. Her hair smells flowery from her shampoo, and her inner walls flex around my finger, as if trying to suck it deeper into her pussy. “Tell me exactly what you want, my pet.”

“You know what I want.” She’s panting now, her hips shimmying as she tries to force my fingers into a steady rhythm. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

“How hard?” My voice roughens as dark, depraved images invade my mind. There are so many dirty things I want to do to her, so many ways I want to take her. Even after all this time, there is an innocence to her that makes me want to corrupt her. Makes me want to push her to the limits. “Tell me, Nora. I want to hear every detail.”

“Why?” she asks breathlessly, grinding her pelvis against my hand. Her pussy is dripping now, coating my fingers with her wetness. “You won’t do what I want.”

“You don’t get to ask why.” Stilling my hand, I let some of the darker craving seep into my voice. “Now tell me.”

“I—” She sucks in her breath as I resume playing with her clit. “I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts.” Her voice quavers as I push a second finger into her, stretching her small opening. “I want you to tie me up and make me do what you want.”