You can do this.
I’m not really sure what he wants me to do, but I’ve seen enough porn to have an idea. Brent loved to make me watch; he said I could learn a thing or two from the girls on-screen.
Now, I bat my eyelashes at Cam and start squeezing my breasts like the girls in the movies. “Mmm,” I moan loudly, stroking down between my legs. I’m tender and turned on from that amazing shower, but I’m way too self-conscious right now to feel anything but awkward. Still, I fake it as best I can.
“Oh,” I breathe, “that feels so good.”
“Does it?” Cam’s voice comes, amused.
I open my eyes. He’s looking at me, but he doesn’t seem impressed.
My heart sinks. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” I ask, confused.
He shakes his head. “I told you, this is about your pleasure. What you want. You don’t have to fake anything with me.”
Cam rises to his feet and moves towards the closet, flinging open the door. My pulse kicks. What could be in there? A moment later he emerges with a crescent-shaped black box and sets it on the floor beside the bed. There’s a remote control in one of his hands and I’m burning with curiosity now, but I know better than to ask questions.
He lays on the bed beside me and runs a hand softly over my naked side. I shudder from the heat of his touch.
“Stand up,” he commands, pulling me slowly off the bed. I do as he says, still wondering what he has planned for me. . “I want the real you. I want to know how you come when you’re alone. When no one’s watching.”
His voice caresses me, his deep Scottish accent low and sexy as hell.
“Now sit.”
I settle onto the arched box, and as my thighs press against the sides, I feel a ridged texture underneath my freshly shaven pussy. My heart quickens.
“This is a Sybian machine. It vibrates for your pleasure, but I control the speed. I’m going to blindfold you and watch you ride it.”
A rush of anticipation swoops through me as he ties a soft cloth over my eyes and I feel the start of a slow vibration beneath me.
“Think about how it felt in the shower just now. My hands sliding over those pert breasts, how you got wet just feeling my touch.”
God, this is hot. He murmurs encouragement as I relax onto the vibrating box and stroke my nipples. Soft. Slow.
“Can you feel it?” Cam continues. “How hard your nipples are. How your skin puckers, begging to be touched?”
I slowly squeeze and roll my nipples into stiff peaks. A moan escapes my lips, and I hear an answering growl from Cam. So close, I can feel the heat from his body, smell his clean, fresh, masculine scent. The vibration gets more powerful between my thighs.
“Now, lower,” Cam orders. “Show me how you like it.”
My cheeks flush hot. My heart races as I obey his thrilling order.
And then I move both hands lower, gripping tight to the machine between my thighs, grinding my clit against the powerful throb of the soft silicone.
Yes.
I moan again, louder, loving the feel of the machine pulsing against me just right, right where I need it most. My clit is swollen, throbbing, and now I find my rhythm, circling my hips in swift, sure strokes.
I can feel myself losing control. It’s too much. “Cam,” I gasp.
I feel hands on my waist as Cam lifts me back onto the bed and away from the machine. He knew it was too intense. He pushes my thighs back. Baring me to him.
With the blindfold on, I can’t see what he’s about to do. All I know is, after riding the machine for him, I’m close. Too close. The tension in my body is tighter than it’s ever been.
He’s still holding my thighs apart, his breath hot against my exposed, damp skin.
He’s watching me. He’s seeing everything.
I can’t wait any longer.
But I don’t dare move.
“Isabelle.” I snap to attention. “Touch yourself.”
I slide my hand down to stroke at my soft, bare pussy. I arch up against my hand and slowly, push one finger into my wetness.
“Ohh.” The intensity of my groan shocks me. Reality rushes in and my hand freezes. What am I doing?
“Shhh.” Cam’s voice is calm. He covers my hand with his own. “Don’t stop, I’m right here.” He tugs off the blindfold and I see him kneeling between my legs.
I swallow hard, staring into his eyes. They’re fierce, burning with lust. Slowly, he moves his fingers against mine, guiding my hand back to my clit and wet, aching pussy.
“You like it slow, my sweet?” Cam murmurs in my ear. He guides my strokes, his large hand covering my own. Pressing my fingers deeper inside me. Pushing my palm to grind against my clit.
It feels incredible. I buck up against the pressure, already hurtling to the edge but wanting so much more.