His eyes were dark and sincere, the taut muscle in his forearm straining as he held still. “No skin-to-skin. Toys only. I know the rules.”
“Yes.” The rules. The ones forbidding one of his large, strong hands from cupping the curve of her thigh and sliding homeward.
He glanced between her legs to where she was naked and slick. He thumbed the on/off switch on the vibe. “Yes?”
She drew in a wavering breath. “Yes.”
He nodded and turned on the vibrator.
With notable care, he touched the vibe-covered tip of his finger to the inside of her thigh, near the knee. Her skin erupted with sensation, and the cool, temperature-controlled air felt stifling. He dragged the vibe higher in tiny increments, inching toward her pussy. While he focused on his movement, she zeroed on Des. He traced the path with his gaze, inch by inch, until the buzzing toy met the crease of her thigh. His pupilswere blown wide, the little streak of black through the gray of his left eye almost erased as he traced her outer lips with the toy. The sensations went straight to her core, and her hips shifted, seeking more contact. He skirted his finger around the edges of her opening. Over the low buzzing, his breath came in audible drags.
He pressed the vibrator into her clit. She gasped.
She’d thought he would tease her with it, that he’d pull it away after a small taste. She was wrong. He rubbed the vibe in small circles over her clit, and her body melted away. Somehow, she ended up flat on her back, and she’d gone blind—no, she’d closed her eyes. Another circle, tight and controlled, and her hands were fisting the comforter at her hips.
“Good?” he asked.
“Nnnfhghn,” she garbled.
She had no idea her hips were shifting until he spoke, his voice husky with arousal. “If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to have to break the no-touching rule just to keep you still,” he said with a smile.
She’d never felt anything like it, not even during her clumsy attempts to get off with a detachable showerhead. An incredible pressure mounted in her belly. She ached for the penetration she wouldn’t get, not from his fingers. But then she felt something blunt and cool at her opening, and responded with a ragged, wanton moan.
In the distance, Des cursed. “I’m going to use the dildo. Fuck, you’re so?—”
“Do it.” She sounded wrecked, even to her ears, but couldn’t bring herself to be embarrassed.
With one smooth stroke, he pushed the shaft into her. She moaned, internal muscles stretching with a beautifully intense burn.
“Fuck, Cami.” He found a rhythm, fucking her with a slow, even pace that contrasted with his frenzied movements with the vibe on her clit. “You have no idea what you look like right now.” She could hear him, but couldn’t make sense of the words, too wrapped up in the sensations overwhelming her. With one thrust, she thought she felt his knuckle brush her damp skin, but on the next he’d adjusted his grip. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, Cami. If I could, I’d?—”
She never found out what it was he would have done, because hints of the first orgasm she’d ever had rushed toward her, warm and thrumming and ready to sweep her away. She was on the cusp, the closest she’d ever gotten. It tormented her, brushing the tips of her fingers, just out of reach. She writhed. She was almost there, she just needed a little more?—
Like every orgasm she’d never had, the feeling slipped away. Des had approached a river and somehow ended up on the other side of it without ever crossing. The vibrator still felt nice, but as the sweet anticipation in her body leaked out of her muscles, she knew there was no chance she would come.
She whined, batting the vibrator away with one hand and throwing her other arm over her eyes to hide so he couldn’t see her embarrassment, her disappointment.
She hadn’t realized how much she’d gotten her hopes up. How much she’d let herself believe that Des and his bag of tricks would be the missing piece of the orgasmic puzzle. She was so crushingly stupid.
For several long, tense beats, things were silent.
Then Des asked, “How was that?”
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He hadn’t anticipated how much this would destroy him. He’d known it would be sexy, that being so close to Cami naked—mostly naked—would get him going, but he was hard enough to pound nails.
With his hands at his sides and no toys in his grasp, it was easier for Des to settle down. He fisted his fingers against his thighs to keep from reaching for her as Cami came back to herself. With the force of the orgasm, her knees had fallen apart, and she was still splayed open for him to look his fill. It was an immense struggle not to. He needed to be careful not to cross any lines if he ever wanted to do this again.
Voice thin, Cami said, “Shit.”
Pride flooded his veins, replacing the blood that had detoured to his stubborn cock. “So you do swear.” He laughed as he reached for the glass of water she’d set aside, and when she struggled into a sitting position, he passed it to her. With a thankful tip of her glass, she drank.
“Do you need a break before we go again?” His voice was raspy. He was hard and aching within the confines of his jeans,the unforgiving denim harsh on his dick. Going commando for this was a mistake.
Her warm brown eyes, glossy with satisfaction, trailed over the unused toys he’d laid out. Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, and he narrowed in on it with hyper-focus. He’d thought he wanted her bad before, but now, with her half-naked and spread for him, he’d kill to find out what else her tongue could do.
Hell, at this point, he’d kill for just a kiss.
