"Is it? Do you want me to stop?"
"I—I don't know."
"Then I'll keep going. Nice and slow. If it becomes too much, if you want me to stop, just say the word."
He adjusts the angle slightly and the pressure increases and?—
Oh.
Oh.
Something is building inside me.
Something I've never felt before.
Pressure and heat and tension all coiling tighter and tighter in my core, spreading through my belly, my thighs, radiating outward.
My breathing is coming faster now, short gasps I can't control.
"Vaughn—"
"I know. You're close, aren't you? You can feel something building. Something your body is reaching for."
"Yes," I breathe out.
"That's arousal heading toward orgasm. Toward release. That's what happens when you let yourself feel pleasure. When you stop fighting your body and let it do what it's designed to do."
"I can't—I don't know how?—"
"You don't have to know how. Your body knows. You just have to let it happen. Stop fighting. Stop thinking. Just feel."
The sensation keeps building.
Mounting.
Everything is focused on that one point of pressure where the vibrator is pressed against me, sending waves of sensation through the fabric, making my body respond in ways I don't understand and can't control.
My muscles are tensing.
My back is arching slightly off the bed.
My hands are clutching the sheets so hard my knuckles must be white.
"That's it," Vaughn murmurs, his voice like dark honey. "Don't fight it. Let your body do what it needs to do. Let yourself feel this. You're safe. You're allowed to feel good."
"I don't understand—I've never?—"
"I know. But you will. Just let go, Eden. Let yourself fall."
And then?—
Oh God.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Something breaks.
Some dam I didn't know existed, some barrier I've been holding up my entire life without realizing it.
