My breath caught. “Theo…”

“Unless you want me to leave.” His eyes stayed on mine. Dark. Serious. “Say the word and I’ll go. But if you want this… if you want me to stay… then touch yourself. Let me see.”

I should’ve been embarrassed. Mortified. Instead my pussy throbbed so hard it almost hurt. I nodded.

My hand slid back between my legs. I was soaked—slick and swollen. Two fingers pushed inside easily. I started moving them again, slow at first, then faster as his eyes followed every motion.

“Fuck,” he muttered. His hand rested on my bare thigh, warm and heavy. Not moving higher yet. Just touching. “Look at...