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She frowned. “You’re notgoing to do this?”

I shook my head. “No. I’mgoing to watch.”

“And jack off?”

“No.” I was only human; Ineeded to be able to perform later. “I love to see you come. I loveto listen to you. I’m going to do that now, with no distraction.And you’re going to be aware the entire time that you’re beingwatched.”

She shivered.

I sat on the edge of theplatform beside hers and nodded to the controls in her hand.“Whenever you’re ready.”

She swallowed hard and switched iton.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

(Charlotte)

Holy…

I’d always assumed thewomen in the videos I’d watched had been playing things up for thecamera, but the moment the vibrator came to life, even on thelowest setting, I moaned. It was more from shock than anythingelse; I hadn’t expected it to use such deep, throbbing waves. Notjust against my clit; my thighs and belly trembled from the power.The textured rubber nestled between my labia had been perfectlyshaped to hit exactly the right spot without any need to adjust theangle.

Whoever designed the thing was agenius.

I hesitated before I turnedon the rotation and glanced up at Matt. “I know I said ‘one tinylittle orgasm’—”

“It’s not going to betiny,” he promised darkly. “And I’m not letting you get away withjust one.”

I panted a little laugh. Hewas right, it wouldn’t be one. The intensity of the vibrationsalone was very close to getting the job done. I decided I wouldride the first one out before I turned the other functionon.

I tipped my head back andclosed my eyes. Matt was right; Iwasaware of his presence.Hyper-aware. The fact that he was fully dressed, watching, notparticipating in any way, made it feel dirtier somehow.

“Is it living up to yourexpectations?” he teased.

I held up my middle finger and helaughed.

The rising heat in mypelvis radiated outward, consuming me, tightening every muscle andassaulting me with the contradicting urge to press myself harderagainst the machine and to rise up off it, to escape the sensationrapidly spiraling me to the edge. My breathing sped up, and Iarched my back, giving myself up to the roaring tension, burstingwith a satisfied “Ah!”

“Surely you can do betterthan that,” Matthew said.

After an orgasm, the directclitoral stimulation was way too much, in the best way. It didn’tlet me come down, not even a little. I gripped the controls andforced myself to turn the dial for the rotation. The dildo insideme twitched to life and started a slow roll that brought shockinglydeep pressure to my G-spot one second, then disappointingly movedaway before coming back again. I turned it up, and the machine grewlouder.

What if a staff member camein? What if they overheard me? I could get caught, withoutgettingcaught,since Matthew was with me and had the authority to be here. Plus,it was a sex resort. Anyone working here would have seen worse thana woman masturbating.

But caught was caught, and it was sofun to imagine.

There had been no comedownfrom the first orgasm, not even a moment of respite before anotherclimax shocked through me. This one wasn’t as intense. A littledisappointing. I wondered if I’d been overstimulated tonumbness.

Nope, there it was.

I ground my hips against the machine,bracing one hand on the platform beneath me as I rode towardanother orgasm.

“Open youreyes.”

I did and met Matt’sgaze.

“I want to look into youreyes while you come.” His voice was weighted down with desire, alonging I felt as a pull in my chest. Though every instinct urgedme to close my eyes and focus on my body, only, I maintained thatsilent link with him, kept myself on the brink, and when I tumbledinto that mindless abyss of pleasure, I never lookedaway.

It was like baring a part of my soul tohim that no one else had ever seen. Even I had never bothered towatch myself come. The intimacy shook me to my core, and with afinal, shattered moan, I turned off the controls and slumped overthe machine.

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