He grins, like I just made his entire year with my words. “I know, baby. And you will have me. Every part of me you want is yours. But first, I want you to feel so good there is no possibility of the nightmares coming when I touch you.”
He clicks the vibrator on. A low buzzing comes from it, and he touches it to my nipple. My bud immediately rises and aches beneath the dull buzz.
“Holy fu—” I throw my head back at the intense pleasure.
He grins against my lips as he moves the vibrator to the other one. “Fuck, you’re so hot, baby.”
“I want—” I can’t finish as he rolls the vibrator down my stomach and between my legs.
I want Enzo. The vibrator is amazing. But it’s not the same as Enzo.
His eyes light with mischievousness as he watches me come unglued from the vibrator. My body is turned on so much as he teases my clit with the vibrator, turning it on then quickly turning it off.
I know I’m soaked. If he held the vibrator on five seconds longer, I would come. But he pushes me just to the edge and then stops.
“I want—”
“What do you want, baby? To come?”
Yes, I want to come. But not like this. Each time he gets me close, I want him more than the vibrator. He knew this is how I would feel. That I would be so turned on I couldn’t think of anything other than him.
“I want—”
The vibrator pulses faster, faster, faster.
“Oh, God!” I moan unable to form words or thoughts or anything other than the jumbled mess falling from my lips.
He pulls the vibrator off my clit just as I’m about to explode.
I sit up until we are eye to eye.
Both of us are panting.
Both of us have energy flowing all around us.
Both of us are hanging on an edge. We can either fall together, or split in two different directions.
“What do you want, baby?” he holds the vibrator between my legs, but he doesn’t let it touch me. He won’t until I tell him what I want. This is my decision in every way. He may know what I want and need, but he won’t give it to me without me begging him at every turn.
“Please,” I pant, unable to say more.
He grabs my chin and pulls my swollen bottom lip into his mouth. He sucks so hard and deliciously. He tastes like everything I’ve been missing—mint, musk, and love.
Fuck the love. Loving him has only ended in both of us hurt.
But with his tongue in my mouth, he makes a good argument for loving him again.
“What do you want, baby?” he asks, again.
“You. Fuck, I want you. Not that damn vibrator.”
He grins, like he just won a prize.
He tosses the vibrator to the floor, and then his head disappears between my thighs. He grips my bare ass, and his scruff brushes against the sensitive spot, before his tongue takes over.
“Oh my god!” I cry when his wet tongue takes control. Why haven’t we been fucking this entire time? How could I ever withhold this intense pleasure from myself? How could I let Milo take this feeling away from me?
The vibrator may have reminded me my body is capable of coming, but Enzo’s tongue alone is reminding me I’m not only capab