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I rolled over to face her.
My cock slapped up onto my belly, red and swollen and leaking. Claire stood there with her oily hands in the air like a surgeon, staring at it.
“Mark,” she whispered. “I can’t touch that. If I touch that, I can’t take it back.”
“Okay.”
“But…” She swallowed. Her eyes didn’t move off it. “I want to see. I want to watch you.”
It took me a second to understand. Then I wrapped my own hand around my shaft, slick with her oil, and stroked.
Claire made a tiny noise. She sat down on the stool, right beside the table, close enough that I could feel her breath on my thigh. She pressed her knees together, hard.
“Slower,” she said.
I went slower. Long pulls, all the way up, squeezing the head. She watched every inch.
“Is that how you do it? When you think about me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think about me?”
“Constantly.”
She bit her lip and pressed her hand between her own thighs, over her scrubs, rubbing in small circles. We watched each other. Her breathing went ragged. Her hips rocked against her hand.
“Come for me,” she whispered. “I want to see it.”
I came with her eyes locked on my cock, ropes of it splashing across my stomach, and she whimpered and shook on the stool, coming too, her hand jammed between her legs.
She never touched me once.
Ending 10 of 16: Watch Me. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.