Page 120 of Close Knit

Daphne sighs heavily. “Maybe I’m not going to make it.”

“Oh, you will,” I assure her, my voice a low growl. “You’re a winner; you can do it.”

She rolls her eyes at me, but the defiance is mixed with lust. “You think so?” A hint of a smirk plays on her lips as her fingers run over the yarn.

“I know so. You’re incredible. You always rise to the occasion.” Her body arches. “I love how you’re so wet for me,” I whisper, my lips brushing against her skin. I trail my mouth up her thigh, licking and nipping while never letting up the rhythm of my fingers. “I could watch you torture yourself like this all night.”

She bites her lip, trying to maintain her composure. “I’m…I’m almost done with this row.”

“Are you now?” I say, my voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”

Her eyes flutter shut as she tries to concentrate, but her knitting becomes more erratic. The pleasure is too good, toointense. “Please, I need to finish,” she begs, but her voice lacks conviction.

I switch to a third mode, the vibrations coming and going in gentle waves. It seems to relax her. I’m on my knees in her living room, watching her come undone. Her cheeks flush, her breath comes in short, desperate gasps, and her hands falter over the yarn.

“Just a little more,” I coax, slipping a finger inside of her, working slowly in and out, feeling her warmth envelop me. I can barely contain myself as I watch her unravel before me. Every soft gasp, every tremble of her body drives me wild. My desire for her is overwhelming, a constant thrum in my veins, but I hold back, wanting to savor this moment, to make it perfect for her.

She whimpers, “I can’t…I can’t do it.”

“Yes, you can,” I murmur, my eyes locked on her face, watching every delicious expression as she falls apart.

“More,” she demands, her voice dripping with need.

I switch to the fourth mode, something between a steady rumble and a high speed. I hold her gaze, slipping in another finger, and then kiss her deeply.

“You’re perfect, you know that? I love watching you come. I love getting you there,” I whisper against her lips.

Her knitting needles clatter to the floor as she finally gives in, her body arching, her moans filling the room. Her body responds to every touch, every word.

“You’re going to come so hard for me,” I tell her. “I can feel it; you’re right on the edge.”

Her moans grow louder, her hips bucking against my hand. “Yes, yes, please,” she gasps, her voice a desperate plea. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” I promise, feeling a surge of power as I slow down the speed of the vibrator, teasing her mercilessly. “But I wantyou to hold on just a little longer. I want to savor this.” I press the vibrator harder against her clit, then pull back, switching to my fingers as I trace delicate circles around her sensitive spot. The heat at the base of my spine only multiplies with every passing second, making it incredibly difficult to maintain control.

“Oh god, please,” she begs, her tone a mixture of frustration and desire. “Cameron.”

I lean in close, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re doing so well,” I whisper, my fingers moving faster now, then slower again, keeping her teetering on the edge. “I want to hear you say my name, tell me how good it feels.”

“Please, Cameron, it feels so good, please,” she moans.

I switch to my mouth, my tongue flicking against her clit, my fingers not breaking pace inside of her as she gets louder and louder.

“Fuck, I love the way you beg, sweet girl,” I murmur against her skin and suck. “I love how responsive you are, how your body reacts to my touch.” She tightens around me, the same way she did the night we first met. “Just a little more, you’re almost there.”

I can sense her frustration building, the need for release overwhelming her. I grab the vibrator and increase the speed again, my fingers and the toy working together as I kiss up her thighs. “I love watching you like this, so desperate and needy.” I growl, my voice low and intense.

Her hips buck against me, her body trembling. “Yes, yes, oh god, yes!” she cries out.

I push her right to the edge, then pull back, slowing down just enough to keep her from tipping over. “You’re doing so good,” I praise.

“Please,” she whimpers, her body writhing beneath me. “I can’t take it; please let me come.”

I smile, knowing I have her exactly where I want her. “All right, let go,” I command, my voice a low growl. “Come for me, show me how good I make you feel.”

And she does, her body convulsing, a cry of pure pleasure escaping her lips. Her eyes lock onto mine. “That’s it.” Her body collapses against the couch. I hold her close, my fingers still gently stroking her, prolonging her pleasure. “You’re incredible,” I whisper, kissing her forehead.

Her eyes flutter open. “That was so fun. Even if I didn’t get to finish my knitting project, and the yarn is all tangled again.”

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