Page 81 of The Shake Off

She shook her head with a giggle, a sound I’d never heard her make before, and I added it to the list of other sounds I wanted to hear again. Starting right now.

“My turn.” Placing my hands on her hips, I lifted her and set her down on the other side of the bed. “Stay there.”

She did as she was told while I snatched up my backpack and pulled out the little black box I’d been searching for earlier and hid it behind my back.

“I have something for you.”

She knelt forward, pulling my arm free. As she did so, her hair brushed against my chest and I took the opportunity to inhale the scent of her, something I’d swear blind I’d never consciously done before, but now the clean, floral fragrance was mingled in with the scent of us, and it fully buried itself in my brain. I knew I’d never associate anything else with that smell except this moment.

Opening the box, she eased out the packaging and tipped the contents into her palm.

Her head quirked to the left. “A vibrator?”

“It’s supposed to be the best.”

“Is that what Cosmo said?” she asked with a loud snort, which only made me grin wider.

“Yup.”

“Isn’t a battery-operated orgasm cheating? Won’t it mess with your mojo or whatever you called it?”

“I’m willing to take that risk.” I removed it from her open palm. “Let’s see, shall we?”

Her squeal bounced off the walls and echoed around us as I pulled her legs from under her, forcing her to lay back. I’d been right that first morning together; she really was every guy’s wet dream – especially mine – as she lay there decorated in my dried come.

My hands inched up her thighs until my fingers found the little bows and tugged. My eyes flooded with happiness

“They really untie!”

“Mmm hmmm.” She watched as I carefully,so carefully, pulled the threads until the delicate lace between her thighs dropped away.

Shifting my knees forward so they nudged her thighs wider, I ran my fingers through her slit until she was splayed out before me, a slick, glistening mess. My dick, which had been waving surrender only minutes ago, found a new lease on life.

“You’re so fucking wet. Did you like watching what you were doing to me? Seeing me so totally helpless under your touch?”

She looked up, her eyes hooded, her pupils shot so big that all I could see was black, and slowly nodded.

“Say it, Payton. Use your words.”

“Yes, I loved it.”

“Good girl,” I replied with a grin, slipping a finger inside her pussy as it clenched tight at my words. “Ready?

A gentle humming started up as I pressed the end of the vibrator. I barely touched it to her skin before her chest began heaving. I wanted to make this as excruciating as she’d made those pearls. Edging it along the top of her thigh, I moved it up to the line of her pelvis and her legs dropped wider. Tiny spasms clasped my fingers stroking inside her, and if I couldn’t see the tension straining her whole body, I could feel it.

I’d never seen anything like it. Her entire pussy swelled in front of me, like it was magic. A pink glow spread across her body under a light sheen of sweat. Her toes curled, and her fists tightened around the comforter.

My hand was soaked, and my dick was throbbing again. As I buzzed a circle around her clit, she arched high off the bed, and I got to hear that moan.

My favorite sound.

Okay, I was done being a voyeur. It was time to be a participator, and I reached for the condom I’d left prepared like the good Boy Scout I’d never been.

I hovered over her, my dick nudging against her entrance as the vibrations buzzed through both of us. I knew I was being selfish, but I wanted this orgasm on my dick. I wanted the strength of it. I wanted to feel every contraction, every clench, and I wanted it strangling me until I couldn’t take any more.

“Pay… that feels so good… you feel fucking incredible… how do you feel so good all the time?” Her muscles were already fluttering and I was barely halfway in. “So wet.”

“Ace… fuck… just do it,” she snarled, pushing herself back on me, until her ass was on my thighs, but I held her hips fast. I knew she didn’t like to surrender control, but she could survive the torture for a little longer, and this was too good to hurry. I’d make it last all night if I wasn’t already on borrowed time. The tell-tale sparks of an impending orgasm were hurtling down my spine.

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