I tremble as I wait for the next wave. One more, I just need one more.
“Pleaseeeeee,” I beg one final time as the heat turns to an inferno, and as the peak hits, I feel myself launching off the cliff, exploding into a thousand pieces. “Yesssssss.”
My clit throbs and my pussy tightens, then the vibrations start to ease.
“No, no, no,” I sob as my pleasure fights to continue but peters out, ruining my orgasm, leaving me wanting and needy as the vibrations disappear. “No.”
Even I can hear the heartbreak in my tone.
But then my breath catches as the climb starts again. My clit is confused, giving another throb before the heat suddenly swells within me again and I’m shoved off the cliff for a second time.
And this time, my orgasm doesn’t give a fuck that the toy is climbing down. This time, the orgasm washes over me and my entire body feels like it is melting into the bed.
My limbs are heavy. Involuntarily, my hands release my ankles, and my legs fall to the sides, spreading myself wider for the camera. Distantly, I’m aware that the vibrator is still on. But with my entire body overloaded with tingling and floating, I barely register it. Reaching between my thighs, I pull the toy free, fumbling for a moment to find the button to turn it off.
Everything is foggy.
I know I’m in my room, on my bed. My skin is warm, but the sweat I didn’t notice before is cooling. My abs hurt. And my pussy is tightening every few seconds, like it wishes I’d left the toy in.
Dings puncture my floaty awareness, and I have to do a little bit of mental gymnastics to remember what the sound is for.
EyesOnYou.
With every ounce of energy that has managed to come back to my body so far, I force myself up onto my elbows, not giving a fuck that I’m completely naked, legs still spread for the camera, and that there is a toy absolutely covered in my cum resting against my thigh.
EyesOnYou:Relax, baby. It’ll happen. Just let yourself feel the toy.
EyesOnYou:Gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous.
EyesOnYou:Such a good girl for me. Thank you, baby.
EyesOnYou:Fuck, look at that pussy, it wants more.
EyesOnYou:I’ll be here when you’re ready, baby girl. No rush.
EyesOnYou:You were perfect.
My cheeks burn at the compliments from this internet stranger. “Ah, thank you.”
Embarrassment burns in my stomach. What the hell did I just do?
Did I seriously make myself come for some rando on the internet? Fuck me, this could be some weird pasty old dude, who has a fucked up collection of dolls and can only get his kicks on the internet because he doesn’t know how to interact with women in real life.
Just because I was imagining Derek’s voice does not mean this guy is Derek. Or anything like Derek.
Fuck.
“Ah, okay, I’m going to go and clean up. Thank you for…watching.”
I reach for the lid, but a message comes through.
EyesOnYou:It was my pleasure.
EyesOnYou:I’m not comfortable with letting you log off right now. I know that I’m not actually able to sit with you and make sure you are okay, but I would really appreciate it if you would allow me a little more time with you.
EyesOnYou:Another twenty minutes?
EyesOnYou:You can use the timer function again.
