“You dirty man,” she says. “You dirty, clever man, finding a loophole to keep your pact.”
I lift my chin then drink in her body with my eyes. “I am pretty clever. And now I have another idea.”
“What are you thinking?”
“How I’m going to make you come.”
“Any way is fine with me.”
I arch a brow. “Any way?”
“Any way at all.”
“Do you have a vibrator?”
“Do I like chocolate? Do I like music and sunsets and puppies?” She nods to the nightstand. “Top drawer.”
I slide open the drawer and grab a pink one with a dolphin attachment. I hit the on button, and the shaft takes off, vibrating at Mach speed. “Down, Flipper,” I say, then adjust the speed. I settle myself between her legs, sitting cross-legged so I can play with her. “Wider, baby.”
She parts her thighs, letting them fall open for me. A groan rumbles up my chest as I admire the sight in front of me. She’s so wet, so aroused, and I’m going to fuck her.
Well, this dolphin is. “He’s my back up.”
She strains against the scarves. “Please.”
I rub the head of the shaft against her hot, wet center. She shudders when I touch her, breathing hard. Then, her eyes travel down my chest. “I looked up shirtless pictures of you last night.”
I startle, surprised by this admission as I press the head against her wet folds. “You did?”
She arches into my touch. “I wanted to remember what you looked like.”
As I play with the vibrator, stroking it against her wet heat, I ask, “What did you find?”
Her words come out in a rush. “Training camp shots. Sponsor shots. None of them do you justice.”
I push inside, and she cries out, thrusting up against the pleasure device. It’s only a few inches inside her, and she’s already trying to fuck it. As she rocks into it, she keeps talking, as if she’s confessing. “I used to love watching you take your shirt off in high school.”
“You did?” I slide the vibrator deeper into her, and she gasps, taking it all. I flick on the dolphin, rubbing her clit with it. With my free hand, I widen her legs even more.
“Yes,” she cries out, and it’s both a reply to my question, and the answer to whether she likes how I’m touching her.
“I fucking love that you were watching me,” I say as I push the shaft in her, hitting deep, then stroking it out.
She parts her lips, but she can’t even seem to form words. She’s moaning and groaning and grinding into the vibrator, and she’s so clearly close to shattering. She slips into some kind of exquisite torment, the look on her face both anguish and bliss. Her eyes squeeze shut and her lips fall open, as she seems to chase her pleasure.
My dick is steel again, and I’m already turned on beyond reason. Her hips rise over and over as she fucks the toy, and I fuck her, and I wish it was me inside her. My mouth on her mouth, her body beneath me, feeling her grip me, feeling her come on me, coming inside her.
Her mouth turns into an O. Then she twists her hips, crying out in pleasure. “Oh God, oh God,” she pants, moaning, tossing her head back and forth, the picture of erotic bliss, and I can barely take it. I can barely withstand my own lust as she comes undone before my eyes, her hands tied, her hips lifting, her lips parted. Coming for me. Beneath me. Because of me. I want more of this. I want all of this.
I am on fire for her.
I slide the vibrator out of her, turn it off, and toss it on the covers. Then I do the riskiest thing in the world. I untie her. First one arm, then the other, and in seconds we are wrapped around each other, two hot, sweaty bodies, sliding together. I’m kissing her wrists, making sure they don’t sting, and she’s naked and rubbing against me.
“They don’t hurt,” she says and pulls her hands free from my grip to bring them to my face. “It only feels good.”
“I wanted to kiss you at prom,” I blurt out, picking up where we left off in our mutual confession.
“You did?”
“So much. You were so pretty. We were slow dancing to one song, and I wanted to thread my hands in your hair and kiss you.” She presses her soft breasts against my chest. My skin burns with desire. She’s so close to me. She’s all over me. She’s everywhere, and I want to feel all of her.
I groan as I yank her impossibly closer, my cock pressed to her thigh, her pussy rubbing against my other leg.
“I would have let you,” she whispers, her words sending a sharp, hot thrill through me.
“Yeah?”
She nods, kissing me, claiming my lips. “You could have kissed me then. You could have kissed me anytime. I wanted you to kiss me at my brother’s wedding when you danced with me.”