Page 39 of Losing Ansley

"Then we'll take a vibrator or toy and fill you up here." His fingers come to my pussy but just barely. I arch into his fingers, but he doesn't give in.

"Do you happen to have one for demonstration purposes?" He questions, and I take in a gulping breath.

"In my nightstand." I choke out, and he leans over, holding me so he doesn't knock me over, and grabs it out of my drawer. He sits back up and turns it on, causing me to jump. He rubs it up and down my arm slightly, and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

"Do you think about me when you use this?" He asks. He turns it back off, and I almost kick my feet in frustration. "Answer the question, sweetheart."

"Yes," I say, and he hums in approval.

"That's my good girl." He rubs it along the top of my thigh to my knee. "Spread your legs wider for me, baby." I do as he says immediately. I can't believe I'm practically begging for this.

"As I was saying. I'll be filling you up from behind. Are you picturing it?" He asks, and I close my eyes to envision him behind me filling me up, and an obscene noise escapes me. His empty hand comes up and rubs circles along my collarbone. "Me too." He rocks against me, proving his point.

"Then we can take a dildo or vibrator and fill you up from the front." He turns the vibrator back on and rubs it along my inner thigh. He circles it around my pussy, then inserts it, pumping it once, then twice. He then brings it out and rubs it up my slit, and barely touches my clit. My fingernails dig into his thighs.

"I'm going to come," I tell him. I was near the edge from all of the talk, and the vibrator is about to push me over. He begins to thrust the vibrator in and out again and then repeats the action of running it up my slit, and this time when it hits my clit I detonate. I'm clawing at his thighs; my eyes are squeezed so tight I see stars and scream.

He turns it off immediately and gathers me into his arms, bringing me down from that bone-shattering climax. He massages my arms and back as I lay against him like dead weight.

"Six." He whispers, and I chuckle, which is the only response he's getting from me. I feel his hard length against my side, and I grunt.

"I'll suck you off in a second. But my pussy is destroyed for today." He chuckles as he pushes my hair off my shoulder.

"It's okay, sweetheart. I know that was a lot." He encourages me, and I snuggle in closer to him, feeling my eyes begin to droop, but before I can fall asleep, he nudges me.

"Come on, baby, let me wash you off again quickly. I wish you had a bathtub to soak for a little bit." I shrug, unable to give much of a reply. He must realize I'm not going to move because he lifts me in his arms and carries me to the bathroom.

He sits me on the toilet as he gets the shower started and warmed up. Once it's warm, he lifts me again and carries me into the shower. He slowly lowers me to my feet as he gazes down at me.

"Are you okay?" He whispers, and I nod, giving him a satisfied smile.

"More than okay." He smirks and grabs my loofah, putting body wash on it and washing me. He doesn't have his stuff here since he's been staying at Dylan's, so when I'm clean, he uses my body wash to clean himself, and I notice he's still hard. I go to wrap my hand around him, but he stops me causing me to frown.

"You don't want me?" I ask, and he scoffs, crowding me against the shower.

"Hell, yes, I want you, but you've had enough for today. I'll be okay. I got you to come six times, and you are currently standing in front of me naked and wet, so…" He trails off and waves his hand at his cock, causing me to laugh. I tilt my head and kiss him lightly on the lips.

"Maybe I'll be your alarm clock in the morning," I tell him, and he stills.

"You want me to stay the night?" He asks, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I do. Do you think Dylan will get upset?" I ask, and he shrugs.

"Fuck if I know, and I sure don't care." He leans down and gently kisses me, ensuring it doesn't go any further. "Once you're settled in bed, I'll run over there, get my stuff, and bring it back." I nod as he finishes rinsing off and then helps me out of the shower. He dries me off even though I tell him more than once I'm more than capable.

He guides me into the bedroom and kisses me on the forehead, promising he'll be right back, leaving a bottle of water on my nightstand. As I wait, I grab the water and take a few gulps, then text Liv and Caroline in our group chat.

Me: Lincoln and I made up. Several times.

I chuckle, knowing they'll understand what I'm trying to tell them. They both respond immediately.

Caroline: What?!? How many times are several times?

Liv: I knew it! The way he was looking at you during breakfast. Swoon!

I bite my lip, trying to decide if I want to answer Caroline's question, and then I go for it.

Me: Six! I didn't even know that was possible.

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