“Wait,” she pants, gripping onto my forearm. “I’m scared.”
I lean over her, staring into her eyes. “Scared?”
She shrugs. “What if I don’t like it?”
“Then I’ll stop.” I thrust into her, watching the moans escape her lips.
She grabs my ass and says, “But this feels so good.”
I lean up, running the vibrator down her body. “And this? It’s going to feel fucking amazing.” I glide the vibrator onto her clit. Her entire body jolts, tenses. Her head falls back while her pussy squeezes my cock. The friction with each pump makes me groan through my teeth. She sits up, looking like she might cry. And then she falls back onto the bed. I move the vibrator on her, feeling her walls soaking me.
“Dylan, Dylan, Dylan,” she cries. “Dylan!”
I pull the vibrator away, and she shakes her head, rolling her hips on my dick.
“Don’t stop!”
I press the vibrator against her clit, watching as pleasure rolls through her body. I grab her waist with my other hand to hold her in place.
“Oh… my… fucking…” she squeals in a high-pitched voice. And then she’s screaming my name again in a tone I’ve never heard from her before.
“Dylan,” she cries out, holding onto me.
I pound into her, starting to feel her pussy a lot better through this orgasm. I work my hips hard, slamming against her. With each thrust, she cries out for me. Her eyes meet mine, and I fucking come. I come hard and fast, prolonging her orgasm. And then she stops moaning and pulls the vibrator off her clit. Her body sags under mine, so I pull out.
When I glance down, I notice the condom is torn at the bottom of my shaft.
“Shit,” I stutter.
“What?” she asks, looking down. And then she falls back on her bed. “I was wondering why it felt so fucking good.” She laughs. “We broke the condom?”
I chuckle. “We broke the condom, which means I…” I look down at her pussy, seeing my cum seep out of her.
“Dylan,” she whispers. “That was…”
I hold myself up with her knees. I look at her bare body, soaking in this moment. “It was?” I ask, meeting her eyes.
“The best sex I’ve ever had.”
I grin. “Mine too.”
22
Cecily
Dylan leaves for a shower, and I claim I need a moment to pull myself together after that intense orgasm… because it was insane. When I hear the shower start, I grab the vibrator, wondering where he got this thing from and if he’s used it on anyone else before.
I turn it on and let it play against my fingers. Then my body starts humming with need. I look toward the door, hearing the shower in the distance. I close my eyes and press it against my clit. My body jolts, but surprisingly, pleasure is still there. Right in my core. Begging. Aching. Yearning for him again. This time it’s not as intense as when Dylan was inside me, but it still feels really good. I keep my eyes closed. I inhale, bucking my hips against the vibrator because it feels so fucking good. My head rolls back as I imagine him over me with his abs, strong arms, and that hot V-line. And his beautiful cock. I toss my head to the side, imagining his lips against mine. How he wiped his mouthafter eating me out. How we just broke a condom. How he thinks I’m going to be a good wife. And that does it. I start panting, feeling my body release a lighter orgasm. I roll my head, and when I open my eyes, Dylan is standing in the doorway with a boner between his legs.
“Oh my god,” I say, sitting up. “How long have you––”
“I’m sorry I left so soon.”
I shake my head, feeling my face heat from embarrassment.
He walks over and says, “May I?”
“I don’t know if I can again.”
