He stared at me with an expectant air, and releasing a heavy exhalation, I rubbed the tip of the device over my clit.
My eyes widened before immediately shuttering. My brows furrowed and I uttered a deep, deep moan that bordered oncleansing.
A guttural sigh escaped me next as my hips jolted back, then forward as I rode the device.
Only when the early flutterings of release hit me did he murmur, “That’s it, baby. Take your pleasure. Go on. Fuck me, you’re so hot like this.”
My throat bobbed as I keened, “Conor.”
He grabbed my free hand and entwined our fingers. “Get it, Star. I want to see you come. I want to see that relief in your expression as you shoot off into another stratosphere. Keep your eyes on me, baby? Please.”
A click sounded in the back of my throat as I did what he asked. And those chestnut eyes, bright with excitement and need and arousal, took me over the edge.
The vibrator was everything he’d promised and more.
But it was thatlook.
Fuck.
I sobbed through the orgasm. It was that fast, that intense, that powerful. It made my whole fucking being shudder in response to it.
“Conor,” I moaned as my whole sex contracted.
The flicking and the sucking thing didn’t just take my clit into consideration, but around it too. It was all-encompassing. Like pleasure was inescapable. Inevitable.
As I soared and flew free as per his damn request, the only complaint I had was it couldn’t beat his cock inside me.
When my hips bucked upward and I jerked my hand to the side, giving me a break, he took the toy from me and switched it off. The sound of my panting breaths was overly loud in the bedroom now that the soft hum from the toy was no more.
“What the hell, Conor?” I whined. “Holy fuck. My whole body’s tingling.”
Excitement stared back at me. Seriously, his whole face glowed like the Christmas trees in the TV room.
“You need to sell that. Now. For women’s sakes the world around. If I didn’t have you, I’d never need a man with that freakin’ thing.” His grin was wider than the Cheshire cat’s. I traced it with my fingers, shaping his lips in appreciation. “Can’t beat you. Never you.”
He kissed my fingertips. “Want to see the attachment?”
I knew my eyes were back to bugging—extra wide this time. “Do I?”
“Oh, yeah. You do.”
“Fine,” I rasped, a touch hoarsely.
That orgasm… Wow.
When he disappeared then reappeared, I finally realized how hot he’d found that whole thing. Conor wasn’t really a watcher, but I knew he dug seeing me use his toys.
His cock liberally leaked pre-cum.
Bright red and flushed like he was close to orgasming without me even goddamn touching him.
This man.
My mouth watered with the desire to taste him, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Nah, he craved something else.
I glanced over the attachment and snorted when I realized what it was. “Hands-free device?”
“Hell, yeah. It should change the sensations.”
