Masturbation was always just a form of stress relief for me, but everything changed when I got caught. I was sprawled across the bed, one hand between my legs and the other tugging at my nipples, completely lost in the haze of pleasure.
Suddenly, I heard the door click open behind me, and I froze, my heart pounding in my chest.
“Kassani?” a deep voice asked, and I knew instantly who it was – my boyfriend, Darius.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe as Darius stepped into the room, his eyes locked onto the scene before him.
For a long moment, neither of us spoke, the only sound the soft Slurp of my fingers circling my clit. Darius’s gaze was intense, primal, and it sent a wave of heat rushing through me.
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he moved closer, his eyes never leaving mine, until he was standing right beside the bed.
“Don’t stop,” he commanded, his voice low and husky.
I couldn’t follow his order even if I wanted to – my body was too far gone, too focused on the impending climax. I bucked against my hand, my hips twitching as I chased the orgasm I so desperately needed.
And then, with a sharp cry, I came, shaking and squirting as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. Darius’s eyes darkened, and I could feel his gaze burning into me like a brand.
When the tremors finally faded, I opened my eyes to find Darius watching me, his lips curled into a wicked smile.
“You have no idea how hot that was,” he growled, reaching out to grab my wrists and pull me on top of him.
I giggled as he teased my nipples with his teeth, our bodies sliding together as we began a new, intense round of lovemaking, both of us writhing in pleasure.
From that day on, what used to be a private, secret ritual was transformed into a shared experience that brought us even closer together. And I couldn’t be happier that Darius caught me in the act – it led to some of the most incredible sex of my life.