We were sprawled together in the sheets, heat and tension coiling tighter with every touch, the teasing leaving me desperate and throbbing for release. His fingers toyed with my nipples in slow, deliberate circles when he suddenly leaned in and asked if I wanted him to take my vibrator… and make me cum.
My cheeks flushed, heart skipping a beat. I hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by how vulnerable the question made me feel. But then, slowly, I reached over to my nightstand and pulled it out. My little secret. The thing that had always known exactly how to make me melt.
His eyes widened, not with judgment, but with genuine fascination. I handed it to him, my pulse pounding in my throat.
The way he looked at me in that moment was something else. It wasn’t just desire; it was trust, curiosity, and an intense connection that made my chest tighten. He took it gently, cradling it like something precious, and sat up beside me. I lay back, my body already responding to the electricity in the air.
He didn’t rush. He kissed me slow and deep, his lips warm and steady against mine, while his hand moved lower, exploring me with a patience I hadn’t realized I craved. When he finally turned it on, the soft hum filled the quiet room and a thrill shot straight through me. What made it so overwhelming wasn’t the vibration itself, it was surrendering control.
He was completely present, watching every reaction, every little gasp, every subtle shift of my hips, every flutter of breath. He adjusted the speed, the pressure, the angle, reading my body like an open book, learning what made me feel alive in real-time and trust me, it was intense, far more intense than anything I’d experienced alone.
I felt exposed, raw. My hands clenched the sheets, my body arched toward him, and when I finally came, it wasn’t just an orgasm, it was a tidal wave of vulnerability crashing into pure bliss. I was moaning, loud and helpless, and his hand stayed with me until I’d completely unraveled.
Afterwards, he pulled me close, his hands resting gently on my waist as he lowered his head between my legs. His tongue traced slow, teasing circles on my pussy. The licking was gentle but with very flick, every swipe sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, making me ache for more.
Without breaking the connection, we shifted into a 69 position. I initiated. I wrapped my lips around his dick, sucking him softly while he continued to worship my clit with his tongue. His fingers held my vibrator steady inside my vagina, the buzzing sensation blending perfectly with the warmth of his mouth and the slickness of my own touch. It was intoxicating, like being fucked by two guys at once, each pleasure amplifying the other.
I was so close to the edge, my breath catching in my throat, my hips trembling with need, when he suddenly stopped. Slowly, he reached for a condom, rolling it on with careful precision.
After a few slow, sensual thrusts, he handed me the vibrator, his gaze steady, intense, with an unspoken command in his eyes. I knew exactly what he wanted.
I brought it to my lips, still slick and warm from being inside me. The moment it touched my tongue, a thrill ran down my spine. It was dirty, yes, but it was also wildly intimate. The taste of myself, the hum of the toy against my mouth, his cock still deep inside me, it was overwhelming in the most delicious way.
He watched every movement, every moan that escaped as I circled the vibrator with my tongue, as if I was offering him a glimpse into some raw, hidden part of myself and the way his hips moved, deeper, more deliberate, told me just how much it was turning him on.
My free hand clutched at the sheets while I sucked the toy, my body stretched between the fullness of him inside me and the vibration echoing through my mouth, a strange, erotic loop of sensation.
My body was a mess of sensations, his cock moving deep and steady inside me, the vibrator humming against my lips, the taste of myself still lingering on my tongue, and his eyes fixed on me like I was the most intoxicating thing he’d ever seen.
I felt it building fast. That tight, pulsing pressure deep in my core, threatening to snap. My walls clenched around him, and I could tell by the way his rhythm faltered, just for a second, that he was close too.
He gripped my hips harder, his thrusts growing rougher, more urgent. I moaned around the vibrator, still in my mouth, the vibrations adding another dizzying layer of stimulation. Everything blurred, his heat, the hum, the tension curling tighter and tighter in my belly.
And then it happened, almost at the same time.
My orgasm crashed through me like a wave, sudden and all-consuming. My hands were trembling, thighs shaking around him. Every nerve in my body lit up, the pleasure sharp and overwhelming, stretching through every inch of me.
I felt him let go at nearly the same moment, his hips slamming into mine as he buried himself deep, groaning against my neck. I could feel his whole body tense, his release syncing perfectly with mine, as if we’d both been holding on just to fall together.
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