Maybe we aren’t ready and theno sexrule is a good thing.Yes, it is.But that doesn’t mean I can’t torture him just atinybit while I have my own fun. By the time I reach the door of my bedroom, he’s walking toward the staircase. I close the door, push the button on the handle to lock it with a smirk on my face, and find the small bag in my dresser.
I open the bag and pick out my handy dandy pink dual rabbit vibrator. I toss it onto my bed while I strip off my shirt and my shorts, and lie back on my mattress with a satisfied sigh.
Then the knob rattles. “Lana?”
I turn on the vibrator and spread my legs wide. I hiss and arch when I let it slip over my pussy, and it glides so easily—all Christian’s doing. I bring the toy back up to my clit and moan loudly, pressing it down harder and increasing its speed.
“Lana,” I hear him growl from the other side of the door.
“Christian,” I moan, just before I push the toy in. “Fuck,” I gasp.
I chuckle breathlessly when he pounds on the door and then he tries the handle again. I pulse the toy inside of me and my other hand cups my breast, toying with my nipple, and I close my eyes to imagine the man on the other side of the door. “Fuck, you feel so good, Christian.”
“Lana!”
“Oh god!” It feels even better when, behind my eyes, I see him over me with his face slacked from the pleasure of being inside me.
Then the lock clicks open, and I smile in my haze.
I press the button to increase the intensity and I’m a whimpering mess when the door swings open. I peel my eyelids open, my mouth parted, and I see him peel the shirt off his body.
I keep moving the toy, imagining it’s him inside of me, and moan loudly. “Fuck, Christian.”
“Give me the toy, Lana,” he husks, kneeling between my open legs with his eyes on my pussy.
I shake my head, biting my lip and pressing the button again. The new intensity pulls a louder gasp out of me and I’mso close. My legs start to quake and there is a tightness that continues to coil in my core, just about ready to burst.
Christian growls and my pleasure is stolen from me when he pulls the toy out of my hand, and out of me.
“Christian!”
I pick up my head, sitting up on my elbows, and watch him lick the toy clean, moaning. The sight makes my core clench and desire warm my entire body, making me wetter.
“Fuck, I love the way you taste,” he growls
A whimper gets lost in my throat. He turns it off and tosses the toy aside, and I spread my legs even wider. “Have a better taste then.”
Christian’s eyes narrow, just a pinch, and his nostrils flare. Then he lowers his head between my legs. My fingers push into his hair, brushing through until I’m fisting the strands. His lips brush across my mound and around, avoiding the spot I need his mouth the most.
I pull at his hair. “Don’t tease me, Christian.”
Then he slaps my pussy.Hard. And I gasp.
“This is payback for your teasing, Lana. For all those texts. For coming up here and locking the door when you were going to fuck yourself behind it.” Another slap. “God, I fucking love you,” Christian says, his voice deep and husky enough to my my toes curl. “Just be a good girl for me, okay?”
I whimper, nodding.
His hand slaps across my ass cheek, making me arch. “Good girl.”
“Christian,” I moan.
His left hand drifts up my stomach until he’s cupping my breast, and the other spreads me for him, just before the flat of his tongue runs up my center. “Christian,” I breathe.
If there is anything about Christian that gets to me, it’s this. The way he’s perfectly content to remain between my legs for however long he feels like, hour after hour, orgasm after orgasm, just to make out with my pussy for his own pleasure.
For years, I was convinced I’d die like this. And now, I’m beginning to think that again.
“Christian,” I sigh heavily. “Oh… Fuck, yes. Christian.”
