Page 80 of Hard Rock Sin
He pulled down my panties, tossing them away. He licked a line between the valley of my legs, sucking at my clit. I moaned along with him.
"Fuck Angel, you always taste so fucking good."
Maybe this was what Cameron had planned. Tying me up and eating me out until I was satiated and exhausted.
Then I heard him rummage around in the bag again. He pulled something out. I felt something hard and cool press against my core.
"You ready, Angel?" he teased.
Before I could respond, my world exploded in a symphony of sensation. I gasped sharply, my every nerve ending on fire, pleasure surging through me. It centered between my legs and rushed outwards, down my legs and up my arms, to the very tips of my fingers and toes.
"Oh fuck fuck fuck!" I shrieked, the words sounding strangled. I thrashed back and forth on the bed, hips bucking and rolling.
The sensations were so intense, half pleasure, half pain. I didn't know if I was trying to get away or move closer. A distant part of my mind thought Cameron had been right to tie me down. I might have flailed myself off the bed otherwise.
For long moments I had no idea what was causing the sensation, only knowing that it was mind blowing as hell. I'd never felt anything this intensely before.
I can't say I got used to the sensation, but after several minutes I was finally able to think through the haze of pleasure. A light buzzing sound floated to my ears, and I registered the slight vibrations against my clit and lower lips.
"Is— that—" I gasped.
When Cameron spoke, I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Magic Hitachi Wand."
The buzzing shot up in volume. I let out a choked breath. Cameron must have turned up the intensity. The vibrations got stronger. I was sent higher and higher as new waves of pleasure crashed through me. I hit my peak, orgasming with a high-pitched moan.
But unlike other times, when Cameron's touch abated after my orgasm, he didn't stop. He kept the vibrator pressed against my clit, rubbing in small circles.
"Cameron— I can't—" My fingers and toes flexed unconsciously, as if reaching for something just out of my grasp.
"Say the word and I'll stop."
Red.
The heat inside me was nearly scorching. I opened my mouth to say it, but another spark of pleasure hit me. I groaned as I came again, falling apart into pieces, every part of assaulted with sensations.
I panted and gasped as I recovered. I was almost starting to get accustomed to the vibrations when they increased again. Pleasure slammed through me like a wrecking ball.
"Fuck," I choked out as I fell over the edge again. My eyes rolled back into my head as I nearly passed out.
On and on it continued. It was almost too much, the pleasure on the brink of turning into pain. I cursed and flailed and cried out. I came so many times I lost count. I'm sure that was Cameron's intention.
My lungs were burning. I was out of breath. My muscles ached. And yet still, the pleasure soared through me. One more spike of heat struck me to my core and I gasped out.
"Red!"
The buzzing immediately stopped. I collapsed back on the bed, limbs limp, energy spent. I was covered in sweat, body slick and palms clammy.
I panted heavily through a hoarse throat. I didn't know what words I'd been screaming, but I'd been doing it loudly.
Cameron's warm body came to rest at my side. He carefully unbuckled the straps and lifted my wrists free. He pressed soft kisses to each one. He pulled the blindfold off. I blinked blearily at the too-bright lights.
"So how many was that?" Cameron teased. He ran his hands up and down my sides. It sent shivers running through my body. Every inch of me was over-sensitized.
"Lost… count…" I murmured through heaving breaths.
I was soaking wet, my thighs sticky and slick. I was sure I'd made a mess of the bedsheets. I couldn't bring myself to care.
Cameron gave me a long, slow kiss. I returned it wearily. His hip molded against mine. I felt his hardness through the rough scratch of his jeans.
