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She wets her lips. “There’s a…uh. Vibrator. In the bedside drawer.”
Her cheeks flush pink as she says it.
But I don’t want her to be embarrassed. I want her to be free to tell me what she needs—because nothing in the world is hotter.
I slip my thumb over her bottom lip. “Show me how you use it.”
She breaks into a shy grin. “Okay…”
She reaches into the bedside drawer, hand fumbling around for a bit, then pulls out a sleek, silver vibrator.
She moves her hand back between her legs, underneath her dark little patch of hair. I watch her nestle the silver bullet against her slit and right over her needy clit. She clicks a button and, when the thing jolts to life, she whimpers like it hurts her. “Fuck, I’m so sensitive,” she swears.
“Can you take it?”
“Yes…”
She rubs her toy over her slippery lips, settling into the vibrations. I can feel the low hum of it and, every now and then, it brushes against the base of me. It’s intense, and good, and it pulls a moan from me.
Kenzi shudders in my lap, growing tighter around me. She’s getting closer, nearing her edge, and watching her dissolve into a frenzy is bringing me toward my peak as well. My own orgasm builds, and every little rut of her hips makes me dig my heels into the mattress. But I hold off. I want to wait for her.
“Faster, baby,” I tell her.
She whimpers and clicks a button, quickening the vibrators. Her breath comes in gasps. She clings to me, and I scoop the back of her head in my hand and crush her lips against mine.
She cries out into my mouth, and her sex clenches around me tightly, followed by quick pulses. She rides out her orgasm, rocking in my lap, moaning softly. I lift my hips to meet hers, and when I let myself go, it feels like an afterthought.
The trust in her eyes. The moans from her lips. Those are the moments I savor. My orgasm feels almost secondary.
She clicks the vibrator off, tosses it to the mattress, and pants. Those green eyes of hers look hazy, like she just woke up from a great dream. She grins.
“God. You’re good at that.”
“You’re a vision,” I tell her.
There’s a moment between us. I’m still inside of her, and she’s wrapped up against me, and we practically share the same body like this. I feel spilled open.
“I love you,” I tell her. It just comes out.
Kenzi looks down at me, and her eyebrows knit, like I’m speaking a different language. She opens her mouth, but—
Then we both hear the front door unlock, and Otto’s small feet racing inside.
“Shit!” Kenzi says under her breath. In a second, she jumps off me and grabs her clothes, yanking them on. I follow suit.
“You have to go,” Kenzi says. “They can’t see you here.”
“Your mom knows about me, right?” Kenzi gives me a look, and that’s all the answer I need. “Ah. You want me to hide in the closet or something?”
Kenzi’s eyes flit to the window, then back to me. Her mouth in an apologetic grimace.
“Seriously?” I ask.
“I’m so sorry…I just…this isn’t a conversation I want to have with Otto, you know?”
As if on cue, the kid starts calling out, “Mum?”
“Go,” Kenzi says, her voice urgent.
