Page 653 of Rock Me All Night
Slowly, he slides inside me.
My knees go wider, my body opening for him. The physical sensation is intense but it's nothing compared to the feeling of offering myself to him.
He's slow about going deeper.
It's different. Really fucking different. After a few more slow thrusts, I forget about comparisons and focus on the pleasure spreading through my body. On the sounds of his groans. Of his nails digging into my thigh.
The weight on the bed shifts as his clean hand grabs something. There's a buzz. The vibrator.
Pete presses it against my clit. A shock of pleasure goes through me. I groan. My knees threaten to buckle.
"You want this in your cunt, baby?" He drags the toy over my sex, until it's teasing me.
"Yes," I groan.
He teases. Again. Again. Again. All the while, he fucks my ass with those same slow strokes.
Finally, he slides the toy inside my core. I'm filled everywhere. It's intense. Naughty. I can't place one sensation or another. Only pleasure.
Pete groans. "God damn. You feel fucking amazing."
The hand on his hip leads me over him, so I'm fucking him and the toy at once. My sex clenches. I'm so God damn filled. It's overwhelming.
Within moments, I'm at the edge. There. I grip at the sheets as I come, the toy still inside me.
"Say my name," he demands.
I scream it.
His voice gets low, his groans guttural. He's close. I turn back to watch the pleasure fill his face. It's a beautiful sight, his eyes rolling back in his head, his lips parting, first with a sigh and then with my name again and again.
He moves faster. Just barely. I can feel his cock pulsing as he comes. It's different. More like I'm at his mercy.
When he's done, he collapses next to me. He kisses my neck as he presses the still vibrating toy against my hip. "You want another?"
"Not right now."
He turns off the toy and pulls me off the bed. "I'll give you a shower to recuperate."
His lips curl into a smile. He's teasing but I have no doubt he'll deliver.
We take a long, hot shower together. He presses his body against mine, pinning me to the wall, kissing me hard. It's wonderfully slippery and wet and the perfect clean to how damn naughty I feel.
I'm about to turn the water off when he slides his hands around my hips and brings his lips to my ear.
"Changed my mind," he groans. "I want to feel you come on my hand again."
I can't argue with that.
