Alex stared at me, frozen in fear and embarrassment, our eyes locking, his hand still wrapped tightly around his cock.

“Why did you stop?” I asked, my voice soft, my eyes wide and innocent. I kept my gaze steady, looking up at him, well aware my tits and pussy were still on full display.

He swallowed, cheeks flushed, looking at me like a deer caught in headlights. “I—uh—I thought you were asleep,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

I gave him a slow, teasing smile, letting my fingers trail down the curve of my bare hip as I stretched out beside him. “And does that make it okay?”

He was silent, his face turning a deeper shade of red. I could see him holding his breath, caught between embarrassment and desire. I allowed my fingers to travel across my body absently. They instinctively found their way to my nipple, where I pinched myself gently.

“Alex? Are you going to answer me?”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “But…your body…”

“Shhhh,” I whispered, my voice low and intimate. “Show me how you like it, Alex.”

“Do–do what?” he said.

“You know what.”

He looked at me with wide, unsure eyes, but I held his gaze, unwavering. Slowly, he let out the breath he’d been holding, and with a shaky hand, he slid his hand slowly down his erection. He hesitated, glancing at me as if he wasn’t sure he should go on.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, pushing my tits together, my nipples hard from a combination of the cold and my arousal. “I want it.”

As if under a spell, he started moving his hand again, his fingers wrapping around himself, stroking in slow, careful motions. I lay there, watching him, every slow glide of his hand sending a thrill through me. His breathing grew heavier, his chest rising and falling, his movements growing bolder.

I let my own fingers trail down my stomach, feeling my own arousal building as I watched him. “Try going a little slower,” I whispered. “Savor it.”

He nodded and obeyed, his hand slowing, his eyes flicking to my body. I watched his reaction as I let my fingers brush down between my thighs, drawing in a slow breath as I spread my legs slightly, letting him see exactly what he’d been so desperate to touch.

His eyes widened and he let out a soft moan, his gaze fixed on me. I could tell he was holding back, trying not to let himself go too soon.

“Take your time, Alex,” I murmured. “We need to discuss your options.”

“My options?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Of course…” I said, my fingers moving toward my clit, the throbbing and aching there demanding attention. “Do you want to hear them?”

“I…I still don’t–”

“Well first of all,” I said, running my hands up my body. “There’s my tits.” I cupped them, squeezing gently, their size making them spill over my fingers, letting my thumbs graze my nipples as they hardened even more. “You can imagine them now, glazed with your cum, right?”

He nodded, his breath hitching, his strokes pausing as his gaze stayed locked on my chest. I allowed him a few moments longer to look before trailing my ringers higher. I licked my lips, making my lips look as plump and juicy as possible.

“Then there’s my slutty little mouth…” I whispered, opening it for a moment in a perfect “o”. “It would probably feel pretty great to cum down my throat, don't you think?”

Alex groaned, his hand tightening around his cock as he picked up his pace, his eyes glued to my lips.

“Stop,” I said suddenly, reading out and grabbing him by the wrist, stopping him. His hips bucked in response, desperate and needy. “It’s not time yet.”

“Sarah…” he moaned. “Fuck. Please. Oh my god.”

“And last,” I whispered, my voice dropping lower as I spread my legs wider, the mound of my pussy now glistening with wetness. My fingers trailed down and brushed across my clit. I almost came from sudden sensation after so much teasing, my body convulsing, sending a shockwave of movement through my body and tits. “There’s my pussy. You could cum on it or inside it, which would you prefer?”

I tightened my grip on his wrist, his arm fighting for control of his cock. He let out a shaky breath, his eyes filled with a mix of hunger and disbelief as he looked between my legs.

“Do you want to try all of them?” I asked, my own breath coming in short, heated gasps as I teased myself, loving how completely mesmerized he was.

He nodded, his voice coming out rough and unsteady. “Please…yes.”

I nodded once, slowly, in complete understanding, and gently let go of his wrist.