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“Do you have your vibrator in here?” he asks, and I wordlessly point to one of my suitcases. I can’t speak for fear I’ll admit something I’m not ready to admit.

He’s so casual about this, and it’s doing something wicked to my heart. He roots around my bag before he spins with a victorious grin and my vibrator in his grip.

His cock bobs as he returns to the bed, and my toes curl, that fleeting feeling slowly returning. He twirls the vibrator, and it looks small in comparison to him. He meets my gaze, and his smirk tells me he knows it, too.

“Tell me what you like,” he demands as he drops the toy, wraps his hands around my ankle, and tugs. “Tell me what makes you feel good.”

“The third setting.”

Deon clicks it on, and the buzzing sound fills the room. He trails the toy across my inner thigh, and I jerk. I wait for his touch, for the vibrating sensation, but instead, he hands me the vibrator and leans back, palming himself.

“Show me. Show me how you pleasure yourself.”

“What?”

“Make yourself come. I want to watch.”

He slowly pumps himself as I grab the vibrator with shaky fingers. I can’t tear my gaze away as I line the rabbit vibrator to my entrance and push in. I moan as the outer part lands on my clit, sending the vibrations through my body.

“Oh, god,” I breathe, the zap of desire heightened as Deon’s own pace quickens. He tugs at his balls, and my mouth salivates, remembering the taste of him on my tongue.

A groan tumbles from Deon’s lips, and our eyes lock. I gently pull the vibrator out and then plunge it back in, imagining it’s Deon instead.

“Fuck, Nat.” As I curl the vibrator up, it hits the sneaky place inside me, and I yelp, overwhelmed by Deon’s compassion, the vibrations, and the erratic fluttering of my heartbeat. “Faster,” Deon commands, and I increase my pace as it all becomes too much.

My breasts ache as the vibrator pulses against my clit, the pleasure nearly unbearable. I time my movements with Deon, whose breathing grows ragged.

“I’m gonna come,” I say as the orgasm begins to build. I hit the crescendo as Deon groans, his head falling back as he comes with me, my name falling from his lips.

Spurts of cum decorate his stomach as his muscles spasm, and he heaves air into his lungs. My limbs seize as the orgasm takes control over my body, my vision blackening at the edges as the peak barrels through my body.

I jerk the vibrator out, turning it off when it becomes too much, my body too sensitive. As I come down from the euphoric high, I find Deon hovering with a warm washcloth.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says, leaning down and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

With a soft chuckle, I rise from the bed, searching for my pajamas, when Deon yanks me into his chest.

“Sleep now,” he whispers against my neck, his breath sending goosebumps down my spine.

“I’m getting my pajamas,” I huff a laugh, softly smacking his hand that keeps me a prisoner in his arms. He lets go, and I dress myself as he watches with a lustful gaze.

The second my ass lands on the bed, I’m in his arms, wrapped tight. I sigh into the contact. I love being held like this.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” he admits, a whisper in my ear as I begin to doze off.

“For you to meet my vibrator?” I joke, sleep pulling me under.

As a deep slumber drags me away, I hear him say, “No. To hold you in my arms.”

CHAPTER 23

“It might not be long, but baby, I’ll love you to the day that I die”

Birds Of A Feather – Billie Eilish

Nathalie

Christmas is by far the best holiday of the year.

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