Page 57 of Sparks Still Fly

He’s not watching my hand. No, his eyes are glued to mine as his jaw clenches tightly. When I catch my breath and relax from my climax, he stalks toward the bed with a predatory gait. He towers over me as I lay there, still holding onto my pleasure with one hand between my legs.

“Did you just make yourself come while thinking about me, Maeve?” He does allow his gaze to rake over my body then, but I close my legs before he can get a good look at what’s going on between them.

“No,” I lie.

“Liar.” He narrows his eyes, which are once again focused on mine.

“I didn’t,” I lie again.

“Then why the hell were you moaning my name so loud that I have to worry about Arthur hearing you at his house?”

Shit. I moaned his name? That wasn’t planned.

I shrug and reach for the vibrator, which is actually closer to him than it is me. He’s faster and gets to it first, examining it as it pulses and vibrates in his hand.

“What do you think you’re doing? I wasn’t done!” I sit up, keeping my legs together still.

“What, one orgasm wasn’t enough for you, Maevey? You need more?” He licks his lips, and my clit throbs at the sight. It wasn’t enough. I do need more. “Will you be moaning my name when you come again?”

I shrug defiantly, but I know there’s only one answer.

YES, YES, YES!

“Try again, or this little toy is coming back to my room with me.” He holds it up as if to prove his point.

I take my time, engaging in a staring contest of sorts with him that I’m sure I’ll lose. I don’t want to win it, though. The only way I’ll win is if I get to come again, and the only way that will happen is if I’m thinking about Owen. So, I’ll happily lose this game, only so I can win my orgasm.

“Yes, Owen.” The growl that comes out of him has me clenching my legs together even harder, trying to alleviate the need building at my core.

“That’s right. Now spread your legs like a good girl.”

My knees move without my permission, as if his command is all they need.

He sits at the edge of the bed with the vibrating toy in his right hand and stares at the spot between my legs that screams for his touch.

“So wet for me.” My body might be giving in, but not my mouth.

“It’s not for you.” The stupid shakiness in my voice gives me away too easily.

“You’re gonna have to stop lying now, fengári mou.” He puts the vibrating end on my still sensitive clit, and I nearly jump off the bed, gasping. My legs instinctively shut, and he moves the vibrator away.

“Tsk, how am I gonna make you come if you don’t spread those pretty legs?” He doesn’t touch me, doesn’t even get too close. My legs open for him again, wider this time, and he smirks before bringing the vibrator back to my center, not applying nearly enough pressure.

“Now tell me. Whose name will you be saying when you come?” I shake my head, and he moves the vibrating tip around my clit, never hitting the spot I need him to. He hums, moving so slowly that I feel as though I might explode from the need. The want.

He looks up, and our eyes meet, his brow quirking up in question as he moves the tip to my entrance, but again, it’s too subtle. The touch is barely there.

I can’t take it anymore. “Yours. I’m going to say your name when I come.” He doesn’t say anything else, but I feel his groan as intensely as I feel the vibrating end enter me and the suction on the other side finally hitting my clit perfectly. I gasp and fist the sheets, my hips bucking with the intensity of the invasion I needed so badly.

“Tell me when it’s in the right spot, sunshine.” His voice is soft, barely audible as he shifts the vibrator inside me ever so slightly, as if he can tell that it hasn’t hit the right place yet. He does it again, and I moan loudly, my skin tingling everywhere, feeling too hot and not hot enough all at once. I need more than the weight of his clothes on me. I need the weight of his body.

He pushes a little further in, and I gasp. “Right there,” I mumble through more moans.

“Mmm.” His hum morphs into a groan that I feel as intensely as the vibrations in my body. I’m about to go off like a firework. He keeps the vibrator perfectly in place even as I writhe on the bed. “That’s my girl, taking what you want. Now come for me.”

And again, as if my body responds to all of his praises and commands, I do. I detonate while incomprehensible words leave my lips along with moans. And his name.

When my leg twitches as my clit is once again too sensitive to be touched, he slips the vibrator out of me. A final moan tumbles out of me as my entire body relaxes, sinking into the mattress. My vision is blurry, but I see the movement as the covers are gently placed over me.

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