anything slow or patient.
He crushed her to him and increased the pressure of his hands as he moved them across her back.
The position also pressed the vibrating soft nipple clamp harder against her clit. She moaned into his mouth and ran her hands over his skin, mimicking the way he touched her. Shivers rocked her body and echoed through his. Or maybe they began with him and ended with her. She lost track.
He moved one hand up to grip her hair. He pulled, perhaps harder than he intended, and mumbled an apology as his lips trailed down her neck.
The vibrations seemed to magnify. She felt her clit swell, and she wiggled against the way the heat concentrated there. Tingles shot from the roots of her hair straight to her core. “No, I like when you pull my hair. Not hard, just like this. It… I… Oh God!” The knot of heat burst. A small orgasm pulsed through her body, originating solely from her clit. She shot to her knees, her bottom no longer resting on his legs and her body arching as he pulled harder on her hair.
“God, you’re beautiful. I could watch you come over and over, but right now you’re killing me.”
The clamp slid off her clit. It had to have fallen off because his hands were elsewhere on her body.
His low tone washed through her cells, and he released his hold on her hair and her back. The hum of the clamp’s vibrations stopped. The sounds of the tackle box opening and him rummaging told her he’d returned the toy, and now he searched for another implement to test.
She heard the ripping of foil as she returned to an upright straddle position. Kaelen urged her to lift, and he guided her onto his sheathed cock. The darkness made her hyperaware of sounds and feelings. His soft moan as she slowly slid down the length of his cock. The creak of the bedsprings as she shifted her weight. The rush of liquid heat as he stretched the walls of her vagina.
“You’re in charge. Do what pleases you. Ride me like I’m a dildo.” The sounds of sliding equipment told her he was still rooting around in the tackle box.
“Dildos can move. They change angles.”
He chuckled. “I’m a stationary dildo. You’ll have to tilt your body. Don’t worry. You can hang on to me. I won’t let you fall.”
She wasn’t worried about falling. She was worried about looking stupid. She was worried about getting off on his cock while he watched. What if he didn’t enjoy it as much as she did?
His lips brushed along the line of her jaw. “You think too much.”
She blew out a breath. “What if you don’t like what I like?”
The trail of kisses raised gooseflesh as he made his way down her neck. “Are you really worried about not pleasing me?”
“Well, I don’t want this to be boring for you.” Mia had been bored during sex before, spending time counting cracks in the ceiling while her partner finished doing whatever he was doing. Boring sucked. He sounded amused, but that would change if she couldn’t make him come.
He palmed her breasts, but his fingertips rounded her rib cage to feather caresses along her sides. She quivered, inside and out. “Mia, being with you has never, ever been boring. You feel like heaven on me right now, and if you do absolutely nothing, it’s still just a matter of time until I explode inside you. The challenge will be making you come before I do.” He slapped her ass, a move that had more sound than bite. “Now giddyap.”
Throwing her worries to the wind, she rocked her hips forward and back to generate some heat. It felt good, but she would have to do that for hours before she managed to climax. She lifted, letting him slide out about halfway, and then she rolled her hips and pressed down.
Kaelen’s body shuddered, and his grip on her breasts tightened. “You’re so fucking hot, babe. You’re making it very hard to be passive.”
She repeated the move. “Nobody said you had to be passive. I thought you were testing equipment in addition to technique, not in
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