Page 30 of Temptation at Randy's

First, though, I leaned forward until I could lick a strip up the underside of her clit. Arlene shivered from head to toe. I grinned before doing it again.

I crooked my finger at the same time as I started lapping at the enlarged head. Arlene was vocal as fuck. I saw the pads of her fingers whiten from gripping her thighs.

It was all the motivation I needed. Soon, I was surrounded by hazy lust, musky scents, and loud moans, whimpers, and pleas for more fingers.

I complied to every single one. I replicated some of the moans, too. My body vibrated with need, but I shoved it aside for now. It was all about Arlene. Arlene’s pleasure.

Arlene’s everything.

“Please.” Her words echoing the need starting to build within me.

I wrapped my lips around the head and applied more pressure. Arlene keened. Fuck, it was mesmerizing. Her whole body sparked alive under my touch. I’d never been so aware of the power I held over someone. I didn’t want to stop and look into it.

Instead, I hollowed out my cheeks, added a second finger, and fucked her faster. I was lost in the physicality of it. I drowned in the sounds she was making, in the softness of her skin. She was so fucking pliant.

At one point, she let go of her legs, her fingers clenching around the sheets instead. It didn’t matter. Her whole body was tense. I knew she was close before she tried to give me a warning. Her head lolled back, teeth gnawing at her bottom lip, hips lifting off the bed.

“That’s it,” I murmured.

“Please don’t stop, please don’t?—”

She didn’t finish the sentence. I didn’t have time to tell her I had no plans of stopping, either. Her spine arched off the bed, her muscles clenching tight before letting go. A small string of fluid pooled on her stomach. I wondered for a second if I should lick it up. I’d never quite understood the appeal, but I felt compelled to taste it. More than that, I felt compelled to draw even more reactions out of Arlene.

More shudders. More pleas. More pretty moans.

I got what I wanted.

“Claude…” Her voice was wrecked, raspier than it had been. I moved up in the bed until my face was over hers. She lunged forward to kiss me. It was my turn to shudder. “How do I?—?”

I didn’t ask her to elaborate. Even if she hadn’t asked, I already had thought of it. Scrambling, I reached for the nightstand again. I had a Hitachi wand there.

After dropping it unceremoniously on the bed next to Arlene, I sat up on my knees, long enough to get rid of my pants. There was no hesitation about losing the piece of fabric in front of her. Just more of that urgency.

“You know how that works?” My words came out breathy, my eyebrows quirked in the direction of the wand.

Arlene swallowed, then nodded.

“Good.” I nodded. “Don’t be gentle.”

She had questions—it was clear as day. I didn’t give her time to ask them. Instead, I lay over her, resting my weight on my elbows. I placed the wand on her hand and shifted us around until the head of the toy connected with my most sensitive skin.

“Anytime you want,” I teased.

Arlene snorted, but she didn’t take long. She took my words seriously, though. One second, there was quiet between us, our intermingled breaths the only thing disrupting the silence. The next second, buzzing took over the entire room. The vibrating head of the toy pressed against my glistening skin. I screamed, squirmed, debated if I wanted it, or if I wanted to run away from it.

Arlene’s free arm curled around my waist, keeping me still. She was stronger than I would’ve thought, too. More confident in the way she handled me than I would’ve assumed. I thrashed. I’d never been good at being silent.

“Need to—” I rasped.

“Take it.”

I didn’t know if she could tell what I needed. Everything was building up too fast, though. It was overwhelming. My teeth met the fleshy skin by her shoulder. I bit hard.

Arlene hissed before she let out a long, drawn moan. She didn’t tell me to stop so, as vibrations coursed through my body, I kept doing that.

My climax was the most intense I’d ever felt. I didn’t pass out, but I was close. At least, it felt that way. My skin felt over sensitized as I scooted to the side. It was too hot. The air, her skin, my skin. I needed to take a breath, to shiver in the aftermath without hands pulling me closer.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

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