Page 10 of Caught A Vibe

“Tell me about it again,” I urge.

She pulls out of my arms and sits up, her arms crossed over her chest. “What is this, another interview? Did you miss the part where I said I made a machine for this?” she snaps.

“No, I just thought you’d enjoy it, and I’d like to learn how.” I’m confused as to how this bright idea of mine cast the whole room in shadow so quickly. What did I do wrong?

“Listen, it’s sweet of you to want to try, but I’m not a puzzle to solve. My machine isn’t some challenge to your manhood. Plus I’m so fucking horny right now, I don’t want to wait while you figure it out.” She moves to roll away from me.

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back down to the bed beneath me, pressing my hot length against her leg to try and find some patience. “Now you listen. I’m not threatened. I’m intrigued. I like to learn.” I punctuate each sentence with a biting kiss against her neck.

“Please,” she whispers as she arches for me.

“I hear you on the impatience. Can you come more than once?”

She nods tentatively.

“Well then, first things first.” I slide off the bed to my knees, recreating the scene I’d imagined moments ago. I settle one of her thighs on my shoulder and spread her other knee wide. I drag my index finger down over her wet pussy and in between her slick folds.So pretty.“Do you like this? My mouth here?” I ask. I want to know what she likes. How else can I make her crave more of me, so I stand a chance at a second date? My breath raises visible goose bumps on her inner thighs and I can’t help but grin. She is so responsive, and just as turned on as I am. She nods frantically.

I drag my tongue slowly and firmly across her clit. Her hips arch off the bed, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth, and I groan. Her taste fills my head, sweet, salty, and clean. One hundred percent freshly showered horny woman.Beautiful.

I slide two fingers inside her warm channel and drive her passion higher as I explore what rhythms and textures she likes best with my tongue. Flat, pointed, slow, fast, short, long—I try everything, carefully cataloging what makes her pump her hips off the bed and reach for me.

“Oh God, yes, right there. Faster! Harder!”

Her wish is my command, and within minutes she has a vise grip on my hair and is riding my face to her climax.Holy fuck that’s hot.She comes forcefully, locking her thighs around my head, inadvertently cutting off my air as she clenches me where she needs me. Her body continues to shake with the aftershocks of her enthusiastic orgasm, and my head begins to spin. It might be from denied pleasure or the lack of oxygen. Either way, I need a release. I tap her thigh, and she immediately eases back.

I haul a deep breath into my aching lungs, while she stammers an apology.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

I cup my wet hand over her pussy to stop her unnecessary words. “I liked it. If today is my day, that’s a hell of a way to go,” I tease and kiss her knee before joining her back on the bed. “So now we’re warmed up, let’s play.”

She grins at me with an odd twist to her mouth, but rolls into my embrace when I join her on the bed. “And I can return the favor later?”

“Deal.”

PENNY

Who the hell is this guy?A lover who listens to my needs, who is open about his curiosity, who gets off on me telling him exactly what I want? Is he a unicorn? Am I being pranked? Do I care? The man hasn’t even reached for the condom yet, and I am way ahead in the pleasure polls.

“Okay, talk to me. Blended orgasms,” he prompts, joining me in bed.

I feel exposed with him so close, so I sit up and prop my back against my padded headboard. He follows my lead.

“The blended orgasm occurs when the G-spot and clitoris are stimulated simultaneously to achieve a bigger and longer-lasting orgasm. Most people think the clit is just a small spot hidden by the vulva, but it actually extends up to five inches internally, and the G-spot is actually part of the clitoral gland.” I try to think of a way to explain this he can relate to. “Think of it like a blow job where someone uses their hands to play with your balls and perineum at the same time.”

“God, it’s so sexy when you go into engineer mode. Do you have a pair of glasses? Maybe a pencil skirt?” He chuckles as he runs a finger down my arm.

There it is.The sarcasm. The subtle knock. I knew he was too good to be true. Yes, I reached for my rehearsed explanation. I’m still reeling from the orgasm he just gave me. But I don’t deserve to be laughed at for it.

“Penny. Look at me.”

My side-eye is less than welcoming.

“I mean it. Hearing you talk about how you like to come in that crisp voice of authority… It’s like a level eight turn-on for me. The only thing better would be a demonstration paired with your sexy, scientific brain.”

I hesitate, unsure if I should trust he’s being honest. He has been so far, but I’ve known him less than twenty-four hours.

He doesn’t give me time to spiral. Leaning over me, Dash grips my hips and tugs so I am flat on my back again. He leans on his elbow and brings his other hand up to stroke my breast. The low thrum of pleasure dampens my annoyance.

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