“I . . . do.”
“Good.”
Ever so slowly, he withdrew his hard dick from within me, like he wanted me to focus on the vibrator alone. It continued to move. Continued to feel better and better. He knelt behind me, his mouth working its way up the back of my thigh until it was buried in my pussy.
I sighed at the feel of his tongue parting my lips, and the sigh increased to a moan when he increased the tempo. Each stroke in and out, every pass of his tongue catapulted me closer to going over the edge. If the vibrator felt this good, what about him inside me? Plus, I wanted him to get equal pleasure from what we were doing.
He could tell I was close and must have read my mind. “Is this enough for tonight? Or do you want to try it?”
“Let’s keep going,” I blurted out.
chapter
SEVENTEEN
The mouth left me and the vibrator turned off, but stayed deep inside me. I heard him stand, and when he went to the nightstand, I saw him wipe my arousal off of his lips. What was he doing? He opened the nightstand drawer and retrieved a condom.
“Why do you need that?”
In the fading light, he looked glorious. Delicious. I blinked my sluggish, tipsy eyes at him when he picked up his phone and snapped a picture. Naked in high heels, handcuffed and a vibrator inside me. The phone fell back onto the bed, ignored as he opened the condom and rolled it on, disappearing behind me.
“I’m going to need all the help I can get lasting.” The words came out slightly embarrassed.
He set one hand on the small of my back. The vibrator retreated, and I scrunched my face in displeasure, not enjoying the moment it was pulled out. The hand on me moved to my wrist. The clasp holding the handcuffs together clicked and the tension was gone as he released me.
I walked my trembling hands forward over the soft, satiny fabric of his comforter, stretching them out in front of me. Needles danced over my skin as feeling returned to my arms. His skin was against mine from my backside all the way up to my shoulders; his body enveloped mine. What? Was he shaking?
I shot up on my elbows, turning to look at him. “What’s wrong?”
The eyes watching me were full of concern. “I don’t want to hurt you. You have to tell me to stop if that happens. Not like the shower.”
I softened, reached a hand behind his head and pulled it close to mine. “You won’t hurt me.” I kissed him tenderly and he answered it back. And then I let the tequila take control for a moment. “Now stop being a pussy and do it.”
I don’t know what kind of reaction I was hoping for, but there wasn’t one. Like this moment wasn’t playful and he wasn’t going to rise to the bait. His fingers trailed down my back, through my cheeks where I was slippery, and when they found what they were looking for, his sheathed dick was right there.
“Ready?” he asked, hushed.
I nodded. He nudged, pressing into me. But everything was so tense, and I was trying so hard not to shake apart, that I wasn’t allowing him a chance to enter.
“Take a deep breath,” he whispered.
When I did as asked, he moved at me more aggressively, pushing much harder, and—
“Fuck!” I spat out, fire and stabbing pain were he’d gained entrance. My jaw tightened and my hands gathered loose fabric up, clenching it into fists. My body was not pleased, but I kept a lid on it.
“It’ll feel better when I start moving,” he said.
“Then start moving,” I groaned through my clenched teeth.
“I have to get deeper to do that.”
My discomfort made me short-tempered. “Then do that, but go slow.”
Technically, I’d just asked for it, but his dick moved further inside and I tried to get away. The bed kept me from moving off of him and he gained further. The burning and stretching was bad. He was too big. I was going to fail at this, just like I’d thought. How could someone find this remotely enjoyable?
I was a heartbeat away from telling him to stop, when he retracted a tiny bit and then eased back in. Like with the vibrator, his movement calmed the resistance.
In.