Page 65 of The Promises We Break

I realize it was a distraction when a buzzing sound turns on and the toy begins to vibrate.

Moans tremble from my core uncontrollably, just like my leaking cock.

Ember pops her lips off my cock, inspecting me like artwork she’s making.

She continues to run her fingers over my body. The back of her fingers brush over my abs and graze my cock, then down over my balls, between my legs, and back up. Wrapping her hand around my hardened cock, giving it a stroke and then releasing me, just to repeat these teasing movements, over and over again.

“God, your cock is so hard and you have so much pre-cum.This is so sexy, Hudson.” She pinches her nipple over the fabric of her bra, and I can see her rolling her hips between my legs.

More pre-cum leaks out of the tip at just the sight of her pleasing herself like that, and a bolt of pleasure spikes through me.

She forces herself to stop and places her hands over my legs, just caressing me with her fingers as she eyes my center. She’s watching me, allowing me intense pleasure, but not letting me get to the point of climax.

“Ember, I need to come. Please do something.” I beg with both my words and my eyes, as I stare at her bewildered, lustful face inspecting my cock, like she’s studying me.

Her desperate eyes peer up at mine, and she must see the torment in them. “Fuck,” she whispers to herself before she wraps her hand around my cock. She gives me one gentle tug from base to tip, then releases again.

“P… Please, don’t stop,” I stutter, throwing my head back and squeezing my eyes shut. I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. I take in a long, drawn out breath and open my eyes to tell her that.

She’s closing the lid to the lube bottle, placing it down on the towel, then grabs a small black device, pressing a button on the center.

The tail fucking obliterates me. The vibration changes, and it’s so deep and so fucking good.

An animalistic groan expresses from my body, and I have no idea where it comes from. My vision starts to blur and I’m seeing fireworks behind my eyes. The sensation is so overwhelming my brain battles between wanting the tortuous feeling to stop and keep going.

Ember’s hand wraps around my needy cock. The heat of it engulfs the coolness of the lube in her hand as she strokes me from base to tip, the tempo matching the jolting of the vibration, and cum sprays out of the tip with each tug. My eyeswiden at the sight because my climax hasn’t quite peaked, but I’m shooting cum.

It’s as if my thoughts reflect my body’s actions. My orgasm hits me full force, like a goddamn freight train with no brakes.

I have no control.

“Ember, I’m… I’m coming.” My abs tighten and toes curl, and my entire body convulses, as my release sprays fucking everywhere.

At my peak, the climax was so goddamn powerful, and the sensation trailed on for longer than I expected. She just gave me the hardest and longest orgasm I’ve ever felt in my life. Was it the undivided attention, the butt play, or just Ember? I’m confused and overwhelmed by the realization that I loved that more than just the act of sex itself.

I’m thankful Ember turned off the vibration so I don’t have to beg her to stop it. I’ve literally just spent the entire time lying here, begging her for more and to stop, going back and forth every other second. Jesus, I sounded confused and so desperate.

My head falls deeper into the mattress as I turn my cheek to face her. Her face is completely flushed. Nipples completely erect behind that lace bra, her fingers biting into her thighs like she is trying to prevent from touching herself, and she’s nibbling on that gorgeous lip of hers.

The shyness Ember leans toward is coming back, and it’s one of the things I find the most attractive about her. She has this perfect balance of a bashful reserve and a bold confidence in moments of desire.

My cock twitches.

It should be dead.

I reach down, gently removing the tail and ring with a slight grimace, and sit up, taking the towel and toy with me. I wipe myself off with the towel before tossing both into the sink in our bathroom and stalk back to her, still kneeling on the bed.

Her face is looking away, at a space in the corner of the room. Her eyes are far away, dazed in her own thoughts. I lean into the bed, putting one hand and one knee down in front of her as I place my fingers on her chin to turn her face toward mine.

She’s still looking down, hiding the shame of whatever she’s thinking. I’ve realized she does this, like no one has ever given her permission to be in charge or be okay with something she likes. She’s trained to retreat within herself and quiet her voice when she likes something she thinks she shouldn’t.

That’s going to fucking stop.

“You’ve never looked sexier.” I kiss her neck. “Then you did just now.” I kiss her jaw. “You made me come,” I kiss her ear, “harder than I ever have in my entire life.”

Her eyes flicker my way, and I lean in to kiss the corner of her lips. “I hope you liked it because we definitely have to do that again.”

Her hands wrap around my face, turning it to press her lips to mine. Like I just gave her permission to kiss me with unruly passion.

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