Page 44 of All I Desire

“Because some dudes think that vibrators and dildoes spoil women.”

He snorts. “Just the opposite. I was thinking about how hot it would be if you used this little thing. If you’re multi orgasmic, that is.”

He picks up a small bullet vibe and I snatch it out of his hands. “You focus on the condom. I’ll take care of this.”

Laughing, he picks up the condom box and tears it open, then rips the top off a foil pack. I bite my lip and grin while watching him roll it on.

“Wow,” I mutter through my giggles. “It fits. Barely.”

I squirm into place, opening my legs. Click the bullet vibe on and off. This is going to be incredible, but I do have one lingering worry.

“Matthew?”

He kisses me gently. “Yes, Natalia?”

“I’m super wet now, thanks to you. But…” I kiss him again, my stomach tightening. Sometimes this request is met with derision or scoffing from dudes. “I want to stay wet so I don’t get irritation from friction. It’s sometimes an issue. Would you mind if we used a little lube?”

“Not at all, babe. Not at all.” He sits up and grabs my little bottle of lube. “Mind if I do the honors?”

“Go ahead.” I’m delighted that he’s not being weird about vibrators and lube.

He squirts the substance onto his thick fingers, then touches me lightly. It makes me shiver, then moan. Then he trails his drenched middle finger to my clit. Everything’s so slippery now, exactly as I like it. I whimper and let my eyes shut while he strokes me.

“I could just do this for an hour. More than an hour,” he growls. “Is that what you want? Because I’m all for it.”

Decisions, decisions.

“No, I want you inside,” I plead, clicking the vibe on again. “Please?”

I open my eyes in time to see him guiding himself into me. Since I want the full sensation, without the added enhancement of the vibrator, I relax as he enters me. He’s deliciously big and slides in easily because of all the wetness. Yum.

“Oh my, Matthew. You feel incredible.”

“So do you. You’re the perfect fit for me.” He grins wickedly and looks into my eyes while sliding in and out. The way he rolls his hips is some expert-level sexing. Dear God. How did I find this guy?

“You gonna use that vibe?”

“You want me to?”

“Oh yeah, Natalia. Definitely.”

I click it on and hitch my knees up so he’s in a little deeper. He groans.

“I’ll probably come pretty fast. Or maybe a few times,” I whisper

“You come as much as you want. Just enjoy the ride.” His voice is hoarse, desperate.

And so, I ride. Or he rides. Or we both ride each other. I don’t even know; I’m so swept away by what we’re doing. Lord, have mercy. My second orgasm comes quick, all centered in my clit. I give that area a rest for a few minutes while he picks up speed, then press the bullet vibe against my clit again —at his encouragement.

The third orgasm is clitoral, vaginal, cerebral. It feels like I’m about to black out from sheer bliss, and I cling to him while he’s thrusting and rasping something about how he’s about to come, too. And he does, with a long, sensual moan.

We end up tangled together, a sweaty, quivering, post-orgasm mass of sticky flesh.

I start to laugh.

“What?” he asks.

“That was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever had a first time with anyone that was that incredible. Or any time that was so incredible. Not trying to scare you or anything. But you’re amazing with the sexing. You’re like a sex god. A sex Olympian. I’d like to give you a gold medal.”

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