Chapter 29: Focus on Me - part 1

Chapter 29: Focus on Me - part 1
Abraham’s POV

Celeste went completely still on the other side of the screen.
For a few seconds, all I saw was her flushed face, her eyes too wide, her mouth parted as if she didn’t know whether she wanted to curse me out, hang up, or obey.
“I…” she started, then stopped, swallowing hard. “I don’t understand what you mean…”
Liar.
She knew damn well she understood.
She understood it as well as I did. She was just scared of her own desire, just like I was of mine, because this shit was wrong as fuck. Scared of the way she looked at me, the way she teased me and then pulled back, as if she were afraid of finding out she wasn’t as innocent as she tried to pretend she was.
I drew in a deep breath, my hand still wrapped around my cock, hard as stone, throbbing between my fingers. My fucking self-control had left the room a good few minutes ago.
“Look at me, Celeste.”
She blinked.
“Abraham…”
“Now.”
My tone came out low, firm, the way I knew made her body react before her head could.
Her eyes locked on mine through the screen, frightened and hungry at the same time. Damn it, that girl had no idea how much power she had, but maybe, after tonight, she would start to. And that was even worse.
Without looking away from her, I lowered the camera.
The screen moved down my bare chest, over the scar still cutting unevenly across part of my skin, over the tense muscles of my abdomen, until it reached my hand wrapped around myself. My cock was hard, thick, pulsing between my fingers, and when I moved my hand once, slowly, I heard the sound she made.
A small, trembling gasp.
But it was enough to almost make me come right there like some out-of-control kid.
“Oh, shit…” she whispered.
I brought the camera back to my face before I lost my mind for good. My breathing was heavy, my jaw clenched beneath the balaclava, and everything in me screamed to take the first flight back just so I could rip that nightgown off her body myself.
“Now you know what you’re doing to me, sweetheart.”
Celeste brought a hand to her mouth, her eyes still wide, her face red with shame and desire.
“I didn’t… I didn’t know you were…”
“You knew.”
“I didn’t! I mean… maybe I imagined it, but imagining is different from seeing it, okay? For God’s sake, Abraham, I’m going to need therapy after this.”
I almost smiled.
Even in the middle of all this fucking madness, she still managed to talk too much. She still managed to be herself. Scared, turned on, embarrassed, and completely incapable of shutting up.
“Take your hand away from your mouth. I want to see your face.”
She hesitated.
“But…”
“Move it.”
Celeste obeyed slowly.
Her hand lowered to the sheet, her fingers gripping the fabric as if she needed to hold on to something.
“You want to know what I want?” I asked, my voice rougher now.
She nodded, barely.
“I want you to touch yourself.”
Her breathing hitched.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Abraham…”
“I want you to put that hand on your body and stop running from me. I want to watch you understand what I see when I look at you. I want you to come with me, imagining me there with you.”
She closed her eyes for a second, as if it was too much.
“This is… this is insane.”
“It is.”
“Wrong.”
“Maybe.”
“I’m your children’s nanny…”
“I know. We can forget that just for tonight.”
“I’m in your house.”
“I know that too.”
“And you still want me to…”
“I do.”
The word came out dry, blunt, with no excuse and no apology.
Celeste stared at me, her chest rising and falling too fast. The strap of her nightgown had slipped farther down her shoulder, exposing her sun-kissed skin. Her mouth trembled a little, and I wanted to bite that mouth until she forgot every reason why this was wrong.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I said, lower now, moving my hand again, trying to take the edge off the desire driving me insane. “And I’m tired of watching you pretend you don’t know the effect you have on me.”
Her eyes shone in a different way.
It wasn’t just desire.
It was almost hunger. The need to be seen, wanted, chosen. And that messed with me in a way I wasn’t ready to admit.
“I don’t know how to do this,” she confessed, her voice small.
“Yes, you do.”
“I don’t… I’m… embarrassed…”
“Then start slow.”
She drew in a deep breath.
Her hand moved first to her chest. Trembling fingers touching the skin above her nightgown, as if she were asking her own body for permission. Then it slid down over the black fabric, over her breasts, over her stomach. So slowly that every inch felt designed to torture me.
My hand moved again off-screen.
This time, I couldn’t hold back the groan, speeding up my own movements as I imagined those fingers touching her soft pussy.
Celeste heard it. Her eyes darkened, her mouth parted a little, and she tilted the phone, placing it on the nightstand beside the bed. For a few seconds, the image shook, went crooked, caught part of the ceiling, then stabilized.
And then I saw all of her.
Lying on the bed, the black nightgown riding up her thick thighs, her hair spread across the pillow, her warm skin under the weak light of the room. Her body was a living temptation, full curves, wide hips, beautiful in a way that made everything inside me want to break.
“Fuck…”
She let out a soft, nervous laugh.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m going to look.”
“Abraham…”
“Open your legs for me.”
Celeste stayed still for a second.
Then she obeyed, very slowly.
Fuck.
My whole body locked up.
Her hand moved down her stomach, slipped past the hem of her nightgown, and went between her legs. I watched her fingers touch over the thin fabric of her panties. I watched her body shudder, her head tipping back slightly.
“That’s it,” I murmured. “Just like that. Don’t think.”
She let out a sigh.
“I’m thinking too much.”
“Then focus on me.”
Her hand moved again, pushing her panties aside, giving me a perfect view of her pussy.
My cock pulsed in my hand, and I clenched my teeth, stroking slowly, matching her rhythm. I had never done this over video before. Never needed to. Never wanted to. It felt like something a horny teenager would do. But with Celeste, everything seemed to turn into some stupid, dangerous first time I couldn’t resist.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” I asked.