...His cock jerked, growing, but Jarden made no move toward Milla. He sat, instead, in the plush chair and watched her on the bed.

He’d seen women pleasure themselves before. Most of them did it with single-minded focus of the sort that left no doubt how necessary men really weren’t. Milla, though, didn’t touch herself like she was challenging him. She slipped a finger down inside herself and arched with a sigh, then drew it up to circle her clit.

With her other hand, she pulled gently on her nipples. When they were erect, she used two fingers of that hand to push inside herself as she continued rubbing her clitoris. Jarden watched, his cock getting harder by the second, as her fingers fucked in and out. They glistened now from her juices. Her pussy bloomed with color as her arousal grew. The dusky pink darkened the same way his erection was changing color as the blood rushed in.

Her moan shot straight to the base of his cock and pushed his hips forward, though his hands stayed gripped on the arms of the chair. Sweat gathered in his hairline as he watched her rock her cunt against her hands.

Any other time he’d have been on her by now, feasting on her clit and lapping up her sweetness. Sinking into her. Instead he stayed perfectly still. He could smell the musky odor of her arousal and he wanted to bury his face between her legs and drink in her essence.

There was no more powerful aphrodisiac to Jarden than a woman’s flavor as she neared orgasm, and the sound of her breathing when she came. He wanted to hear Milla moan. Fuck, he wanted to hear her scream. He wanted to be the one to give her that, but he forced himself not to move. Not even to fist his prick and pump, though he was so turned on even fucking into the air was getting him close.

“Come closer,” she said suddenly, her voice raw with need. “Watch me come, Jarden. I want you to see me.”

He moved fast, in two steps reaching the bed where he knelt between her parted legs. Her pussy had opened, beckoning him. Her fingers slid in and out of the slick channel. She pushed upward, giving him a glimpse of the rosebud of her anus. Her clit had grown, her rubbing fingers obscuring and revealing the engorged button beneath its hood of flesh.

Jarden’s cock strained, aching, his balls heavy with the need for release. Still, he did nothing but watch. The blanket bunched between his thighs teased his balls, and he fought to keep from fucking against the material.

“I see you’re so close,” he told her.

She moaned, her fingers slowing. She withdrew her hand from her entrance and used her slick fingers to glide over her clitoris. She paused, rubbed, paused again. She stopped touching herself and put her hands on her thighs, giving him a clear view. She rocked slightly, and Jarden could see the small clutch and release of her inner muscles.

He imagined being inside her, how it would feel to have her milk him with those muscles. How she’d pull and tighten on his prick when she came. He groaned. Her eyes opened, and she looked at him.

“You want to fuck me,” she whispered.

“God-of-choice, yes, I do.” Jarden didn’t move.

She closed her eyes again, tilting her pelvis upward, just a little. Her bare cunt had nothing to hide it. Her clit peeked out from beneath its hood, begging for his tongue to stroke it.

“Go ahead, then,” she said.

He shook his head. “No. I want to watch you come first. Make yourself come.”

She let out a small, sobbing cry. “I can’t!”

“You can. I’m only watching.”

Her hand shifted on her thighs, but she didn’t resume touching herself. “I’m so close, Jarden…”

“I know you are, sweetheart,” he breathed. “I can see how close you are. Tip over the edge. You know how good it will feel.”

“You want me to come for you.” She moaned the words.