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“I can do this.”
I sit on the edge of Dane’s king-sized bed. My shoulders rise and fall with stuttering breaths. What’s the big deal? I can wash the sheets while he’s at work. It’s not exactly an invasion of his personal space when he’s already lent me the room for a month. It shouldn’t matter what I do when I’m alone. Besides, he won’t even be home for hours, and I can get through this in fifteen minutes if I really want to drag it out and enjoy it.
Though it’s been so long, all I need is five.
Ophelia went to sleep about three hours ago. She’s adapted well to our current situation and loves the new room Dane furnished for her, and nearly every night we’ve been here, she’s slept straight through. She won’t be a problem either.
I pad in bare feet to my suitcase near the door. The tee shirt I wear to sleep billows just above my knees. The cool air reaching the most sensitive parts of me sends a tremor down my spine. Beneath the cotton fabric, I’m completely bare.
The zipper of an interior pocket sounds loud in the quiet room. I retrieve the toy wrapped in a black velvet bag and return to the bed. Planting a knee on the corner, I hoist myself up and climb near the middle. Pitch darkness blankets me in comfort, removing the nervous edge. This will be good.
I dump the contents beside me. The toy is U-shaped with a flat, round side meant to lie against my clit. The other arm of the U is thick and cylindrical, meant to be worn inside. Once I turn it on, the arm inside will vibrate with varying speeds and move in different pulse patterns, depending on which setting I select. A round remote allows handsfree, wireless control.
Lying back on the pillow at the head of the bed, I lift my hips to tug the tee up to my breasts. Cool air blasts my stomach, sending goose bumps skittering across my sensitized skin. I let out a deep breath and slip the device between my legs. Just the thought of getting off in this bed has me incredibly wet, and the toy slips in with ease. The feeling of intrusion revs my engine even though I haven’t turned the device on yet.
Fisting the bunched tee at the center of my chest, I close my eyes and grab the remote with my other hand. I set it to level two vibrations and put it on my favorite setting. The toy begins a rhythmic swirling pattern that almost instantly coaxes me to gyrate my hips.
I moan quietly and bite my lip to stifle another. Pleasure floods me at the thought that this isn’t the first time I’ve gotten off in this bed. The memories of our night together rip through my mind like end scene credits to one of my favorite films. My clit dances to life beneath the pulsing internal and external vibrations, and a steady throb drums my core.
It doesn’t take long before I’m lost to sensation and the memories in my head. The room surrounding me melts away into the darkness.
Suppressed breaths become quiet moans mingling with the shadows. My heart picks up speed in response to the pleasure sizzling through my blood. I arch my neck, the faint scent of smoke and bourbon wafting from the padding behind my head.
“I’m so close to coming.” I gasp and release the tee at the center of my chest to take charge of the toy. I begin fucking myself, needing more pressure, wishing I was filled.
“Dane,” I moan as I climb the peak. Something creaks, the bed, the floor, I don’t know, and at this moment, I can’t find it in me to give a shit. I’m too busy chasing what promises to be one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. My torso heaves with heavy panting breaths, and I continue to thrust the toy between my legs.
“Tell me to leave.”
The deep voice sends a shockwave through me, only serving to heighten the absolute pleasure surging through my pussy. My eyes fly open in shock. I’m lost. Lost to this world. Lost to the sensation, to the pleasure, to him. To Dane. Surrounded by absolute darkness, not knowing how or when he slipped in here, how long he’s been watching or if he can even see me, I can’t find it in me to care.
Right now, I want to come.
And I want him to help me.
“Stay.” The word is breathless and rough. A scrape of pure need from behind my vocal cords. I blindly reach for him in the dark.
For a moment, the steady hum between my legs and the sound of our breathing perform a symphony for us.
“Don’t you stop, Mama.” The whisper of fabric accompanies us as he removes his shirt. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
His words spur me on, wanting to please him, wanting to please me. The minor interruption temporarily slowed the crescendo. Knowing what the future holds sets me on a steady pace back toward the peak. Keeping my eyes closed, I push the toy deeper inside, and my hips jerk in response.
“Ah,” I cry out. Tingles erupt from my center, cascading outward.
“What’s this?” Dane’s voice is louder now that he’s closer.
“W-What’s what?” I pant. The interruption isn’t necessary. I’m so close I could almost cry.
Dane’s movement dips the bed. His warmth radiates into my naked skin at my hip. His palm settles on my hip bone, the pressure enough to keep me in place but not so much that he’s holding me down.
Without warning, the vibration increases speed, tearing through me at lightning speed. “Oh, God,” I moan as my hips fly from the bed. Except I don’t make it far with his hand on me.
“Seems I found the remote.” His voice is full of a sinful desire. “Are you going to come for me, pretty girl?”
I clutch at his forearm, my nails scoring along the corded flesh. “You’re going to make me come.”
The device speeds up again. Vivid pleasure rips through me, and I nearly bow completely off the bed. “Dane!” I half beg, half sob.
His mouth seals over mine in an unrestrained kiss. He has one elbow near my head, the other hand cradles the side of my neck, and his torso hovers over mine. I spear my fingers through the hair just above his neck, dragging him into me and hanging on for dear life.
“Shh. You can’t wake Ophelia.” The vibrations slow to the original speed, bringing me back down a notch.
“I didn’t come yet,” I grumble against his soft mouth. My body trembles from holding my muscles taut.
His tongue chases away my dispute in a kiss that makes my head spin. “You will.”
Warm, calloused fingers chafe down, down, down, and across my lower abdomen. He palms the device, probably measuring its size in the dark before he’s there, easing a thick digit in with the buzzing toy. My wetness provides more than enough lubricant for him to glide easily inside.
