Did he want to touch her too?
Sera slowly walked back to the centre of the stage, closed her eyes and ran her hands over her bare breasts, her nipples tingling as she imagined that it was his hands on her now, his strong cool palms cupping and kneading her. Her teeth sank into her lower lip and she loosed a breathy moan, unable to contain it as she continued her fantasy. He had told her to finish. She knew what that meant. He wanted to watch her climax. Just the thought of achieving an orgasm while he was watching her had her heart pounding erratically and gave her the strength to keep going.
Her head tilted back and she lowered one hand, skimming it over her stomach and then her hip, down to her knickers. His gaze followed, boring into her, heating her blood until she was burning for him. Pretending it was his hands on her wasn’t enough. She wanted to feel them on her for real, wanted him to come to stand behind her and toy with her breasts while she fingered herself. She ached to feel the hard press of his cock against her bottom and the soft wetness of his mouth on her shoulder.
Sera groaned and it came out as a growl.
Or had it?
She flicked one eye open and found Antoine gripping the arms of his seat again, his whole body taut and coiled. He had growled. Oh. Sweet mercy. The thought that she had torn such a feral sound from him had her close to coming undone.
The only thing that stopped her was the cold edge that still lingered in his eyes.
She would break through that.
Sera hooked her fingers into the waist of her knickers and swayed her hips as she slowly eased them down her thighs and then off her feet. Antoine watched her every move like a hawk and she was tempted to toss her underwear at him just so she could see his reaction. She kicked it aside instead, afraid that such a move would shatter whatever spell she had cast on him, and slipped her fingers back into her plush petals. Another groan left her but Antoine didn’t growl with her this time. She was close now, hot all over, near to bursting. She wanted Antoine’s eyes on her when it happened, wanted to make sure that she had the whole of his attention.
He was watching her but that could easily change. Darkness crossed his handsome face when she pulled her hands upwards, trailing them up her sides and over her breasts. She felt wicked as he frowned, his gaze clearly expressing that he hadn’t wanted her to stop touching herself. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and the hard bulge there. She wanted to touch that. She burned with the need to run her hands over him and feel his heat. Did he burn for that too? Would he turn her away if she stepped down from the stage and tried to touch him?
It was too much of a risk right now.
She had to work him up first, had to push him to the very edge, and then when he was close to falling, she would make her move.
Sera turned away from him and took a deep breath. It felt so wrong, so dirty, but so damned good as she bent over, exposing herself to him, and heard his low restrained growl. She held her ankle with one hand, reached between her legs with her other, and gave herself over to the pleasure so she didn’t think about what she was doing. She moaned with the first brush of her fingers over her own clitoris and then swirled them around it, her breathing quickening and blood burning again. Her heart pounded against her chest and she closed her eyes. Another groan escaped her, louder this time, and she bit her lip. It felt so good.
So very good.
Antoine’s gaze burned into her, heightening her awareness of him and making everything else disappear. She touched herself, breathing hard and fast, enjoying the feel of her fingers and the tingles that shot through her with their every brush over her aroused nub. Her other hand clutched her ankle, fingertips pressing in, and her head spun. She wanted more. Was so very close.
Just a little more.
She moaned and worked her hips, rubbing her fingers over her clitoris at the same time, unable to stop herself as her desire reached a crescendo.
So close.
Cold air shifted behind her and something thrust into her slick channel, plunging deep into her core. Sera cried out her climax, body shuddering and clenching the hard rod buried inside her. Her hand slipped from her ankle and she almost collapsed in a heap on the stage but a strong hand held her hip, keeping her upright. She breathed fast, head spinning, confused and lost in the haze of her orgasm. What had happened?
She had never experienced something so explosive and wild, so blissful and satisfying.
The cause of the Earth-shattering climax that had come upon her slowly pumped her once and then withdrew, and she realised that it was Antoine’s fingers.
Sera gathered herself and then straightened on shaky legs and turned to face him where he stood on the stage behind her. He looked at her, dispassionate and cold.
“There, you can perform with another, but still not enough to work the stage.”