Page 56 of Spoil
I must wince because he drags the vibrator down my belly and just above my pubic bone. I sigh in relief.
He taps the inside of my feet, urging me to widen my stance, so I do.
He drags the vibrator down one thigh, around to my ass, over my hip, just grazing my labia but never touching me where I’m so desperate for him to. I let him continue his torture until finally,finallyit grazes my clit. The buildup, the foreplay, the night has me almost coming from a quick graze, but as he moves the vibrator down the inside of my thigh, the feeling subsides back into a powerful ache. My entire pelvis is tight, poised for release.
On one pass, the vibrator grazes my back entrance, causing me to clench in surprise. A wicked chuckle skates across my shoulder.
“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t take you here tonight. But someday...” the dark promise in his voice sends another shiver down my spine.
Finally, the grip around my waist tightens, and he circles the vibrator around my swollen clit. My clit that has its own heartbeat at this point.
My toes curl. I moan, loudly, my orgasm building sharp and strong, but he moves it away before I can come. My eyes shootopen. They take a moment to refocus, but instead of the wicked grin I’m expecting, there’s a look of awe on his face.
He brings the vibrator back to my clit, but instead of closing my eyes, I maintain eye contact with him. The orgasm builds hard and fast again, and just before I’m about to come, he pulls it off of me. Something changes between us. It’s not a game; it’s not teasing; it’s a challenge. The third time he denies my orgasm, frustrated tears build and I clench my fists, anger and desperation clawing at my skin.
Still, he maintains eye contact.
The fourth time, I do cry. I want to scream. I want to lash out. I want to touch myself and push myself over the edge. My clit is painful now, with the need to come. Cum slides down the inside of my thighs, and I’m so hot I could combust. My nostrils flare.
And then it goes quiet. All that need, all that desperation and anger, just vanishes. My shoulders relax, my fingers loosen. Staring into his whiskey-brown eyes, I succumb. He knows my body better than I do, and if this teasing, this orgasm denial is what he wants to give me tonight, I trust him. He’s never done anything that hasn’t been focused on me and my pleasure. My nose stings as more tears streak down my cheeks, but I ignore it, lost in the eyes of the man in the mirror.
“There’s my girl,” he whispers reverently.
And that’s when I realize he was waiting for my submission - not on my knees, not verbally, but a soul-deep submission to him. An accepting that I’ll happily take whatever it is he wants to do to me because I trust him with my body, mind and soul. And I do.
And when I study my own face in the mirror, I see what he sees. Peace. My hair’s a mess, my pale skin flushed and blotchy with red, my cheeks stained with tears, but there’s a set to my shoulders, a clarity in my eyes that wasn’t there before. I like it.
He turns the vibrator off and scoops me up before laying me down on the bed. The soft sheets stick to my sweaty skin, but I watch as he reaches over and pulls a condom out of the nightstand.
“I’m wearing a condom tonight because it’s not the right time to have this conversation, but you wanted more kids before, and I’m going to be the man to give them to you.” He says it was such utter clarity and certainty that I believe him.
“You okay, baby?” he asks once the condom is rolled on.
I nod my head, unable to speak.
He reaches a hand up and palms my cheek. I press into his touch, loving the feel of him.
“I love you, Nell. I’m so proud of you.”
I still can’t speak, but a soft smile grows on his lips from whatever he can see in my face. Because I love him, too.
He lines himself up between my legs, presses down gently on my lower belly, before sliding himself inside. The pressure from his hand causes his first thrust to drag along my G-spot and I come with a scream. He presses his other hand across my mouth, but I’m only vaguely aware of it. The buildup from the last hour means every inch of my body feels this orgasm, from my nipples, my painful clit, to the roots of my hair. I grip his arms, digging my nails into his flesh as I come and come and come.
He pulls out and thrusts back in with a snap of his hips, over and over again, which only prolongs the world’s best orgasm. I’m boneless, mindless. I’m coming so hard I’m afraid I’ll never be the same after this.
Daniel buries his face in the crook of my neck and with one last thrust of his hips he comes, too. The hand covering my mouth moves to the back of my head as he holds me closer to him. I wrap my arms around him and feel him shudder.
For a good long moment we simply hold each other, breathing together.
“I love you.” I whisper the truth that’s been on my heart for so long.
He kisses my temple. “I love you, too, baby.”
***
The next morning I wake up to sunshine pouring through the window. I blink and rub the sleep out of my eyes. Last night, Daniel did all the normal aftercare things, but I think I was asleep for most of them.
I stretch and enjoy the ache deep in my muscles. My entire body feels wrung out and put back together again in the most delicious way.
