How do girls jerk off?
This is the question he muses to himself as he writhes a little on the sheets, making himself comfortable. It's not like he has anything to grab hold of and just go to work with, and as sensitive as his breasts are, he's pretty sure that's not going to be enough to make him orgasm.
Not that he's ever had one as a girl. Not yet, anyway.
He plays with his breasts for a while, amusing himself. It's weird, having them so obviously in sight, watching his slim fingers tease the stiff nipples as that tight, coiling arousal causes him to breathe more shallowly than usual. He squirms again, biting that plump lower lip of Katerina's as he turns his attention to the ceiling, slipping one hand across his stomach and pausing at the waistband of his underwear.
He swallows, his heart thudding so loudly that he's sure that the neighbours will hear. Because he's really reaching the moment of no-going-back now, as he manages to shimmy out of those panties and spreads his legs a bit, highly aware that he is disobeying Katerina's orders.
Then again, she's gotten off in his body. If this goes well, she won't even know, and Antonio can pretend to be blissfully innocent. Maybe he can even impress her once they're back in their original bodies and she finally agrees to a date, by knowing the sweet spots on her body perfectly.
That's the plan, anyway.
His teeth sink into his lip a little harder as he presses his fingers between her legs. It's so weird, this feeling of emptiness, this feeling of wanting. When he was aroused in his normal body, everything was concentrated on his dick and how good it felt to finally have that moment of release. This is similar, but instead of wanting to escape, everything is concentrated inside of him, each pulse of arousal causing his whole body to tremble.
His fingers prob a little more and he gave a soft whimper. He's found it, that slick entrance, his back arching slightly as he slides one finger inside, and dios, she was tighter than he had expected. He crooks his finger a little, feels the alien sensation as his walls clench around it, and a tiny gasp escapes his lips.
Katerina wasn't here. She wouldn't hear him.
He slides his finger nearly out, and then back in again, and this time he closes his eyes and allows himself to moan. It comes out at a slightly higher-pitch, feminine and Italian and just the right sound that Antonio has longed to hear from her. Would she react this way if they were in their normal bodies, if it was fully her reclining on the bed while Antonio pleasured her? His own fingers were larger than hers, she would feel even tighter around them... He gives another moan, allowing himself to imagine it was her. Would she beg for him? Would her breasts be heaving like Antonio's were? He squeezes his breast tightly and slides in a second finger, lost in the image of Katerina longing for him.
His whole body feels flushed and heated, his fingers pumping quicker as he bucks his hips a little, trying to speed things up. He imagines Katerina doing this for him, spreading her legs and fucking herself in front of him, and he can't help it as he murmurs quietly "S-sí, Antonio, te amo." And he knows that it's a lie, that he's just saying his own name outloud and that she would never speak Spanish to him anyway, but it sounds like Katerina, and that's good enough for him.
He keeps going, fucking himself on his own fingers and whimpering in frustration. He's so damn close, he knows he is, but he just can't reach the brink. He caresses her breasts, stroking her walls as he frantically tries to ecall the rest of his knowledge on how to pleasure a woman. He's tempted to call Francis for a moment to ask advice, but luckily it's then that he remembers the obvious one.
He laughs to himself, Katerina's cute giggle ringing in his ears as he spreads his thighs again, pulling his fingers out and rubbing small circles towards his tummy. And then his hips shudder and buck and he gasps, because his fingers have found that little nub that he totally forgot about. He twists his fingers, rubbing against it and his whole body trembles this time, a relieved giggle escaping his throat. And it really does sound like Katerina, and fuck, he's only going to get this chance once so he may as well take it.
He arches his back, hips thrusting up against his fingers as he teases and rubs her clit, moaning loudly. "Sí, p-por favor...!" He whines, and it comes out in her voice, and in his mind's eye she's the one saying it, unbearably sexy and vulnerable. "Más rápido!"
He's breathing quicker, that tight coil building and building until it spreads throughout his entire centre and his body finally gives in and tips him over the edge. Against all the odds, it's her name that leaves his lips as he finally comes, his body shuddering and trembling in utter pleasure. He takes deep gasps, trying to get his breath back while his entire body tingles, and dios, women are lucky because that felt amazing, and maybe he should try going again once he fully recovers.
That is, until he turns his head to cool his cheek down on the pillow and ends up giving a startled shriek before attempting to burrow under the sheets.
Because fuck, Katerina is standing there and probably has been for god-knows-how long.
And she looks angry.
