“Y-yes,” she breathes out.
“More than the ice?” I slide the ice cube down her inner thigh, making her jump.
“Yes! Definitely more than the ice!”
I chuckle softly, filing the data point away.
I continue my exploration, using my fingers, my mouth. Tasting her. Learning the specific rhythm that makes her hips buck. The exact spot on her neck that makes her moan.
I bring her to the edge, again and again, listening intently to her ragged breaths, the desperate little whimpers she makes when I pull back.
Teasing.
Testing.
Controlling her ascent.
“Please, Christopher…” she begs, blindly reaching for me.
“Please what, Lucy?” I murmur against her wet folds. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“You… inside me… please… I want you... so bad... please...”
Not yet.
I retrieve the sleek, powerful vibrator I keep charged in the nightstand drawer. High-tech, silent, ruthlessly efficient. I switch it on, the low thrum vibrating against my hand. I touch the head lightly to her clit.
She cries out, her whole body convulsing, arching off the bed. Her response is immediate, overwhelming.
“Oh my god!” she screams. “That feels so good!”
I vary the speed, the pressure, watching her writhe, listening to her fragmented pleas.
I move the vibrator to her nipples, and I’m rewarded by another sharp gasp, her back arching even further. Data point logged.
I bring her to a crashing orgasm with the toy, holding her steady as the waves rack her body. Only when her shudders begin to subside do I remove the vibrator. Her breath is coming in ragged gasps. Her skin is flushed. Utterly wrecked.
Utterly mine.
I remove the blindfold. Her eyes flutter open, dazed, pupils blown wide. She looks beautiful. Completely undone.
“Holy fucking shit,” she says.
“We’re just getting started,” I say softly.
I strip quickly, kicking my clothes aside.
Condom on. A barrier I loathe, but necessary.
I position myself between her thighs, lifting her legs to rest on my shoulders.
Maximum depth.
Maximum control.
I enter her slowly, letting her feel every inch of my cock sliding into her tight, wet heat.
She gasps, her eyes lockingwith mine.