Nodding, she replied, “You woke me telling Voxie you were going to do despicable things to me.”
I chuckled. “Do you object?”
“Never.”
After cupping her breast, I gave it a firm squeeze. “Are you t-too sore this morning?”
“Someone thinks very highly of himself,” Sarah mused to which I pinched her nipple. She gasped more with pleasure than pain.
“I was being kind since I went pretty hard on you last night.”
“Multiple times.”
“Multiple positions and multiple locations.”
“Mm, yes.”
“Have you g-got one more left in you?”
She glanced up at me. “For you, I have more than one.”
Leaning over, I brought my lips to hers. After breaking the kiss, I said, “On your knees.”
“Yes, sir,” Sarah replied with a wink.
Once she was in position, I moved behind her to where her back was against me. She threw a glance at me over her shoulder. “What are you going to do to me?”
My fingers gripped her hips tighter. “Should you be asking questions or taking what I give you?”
Heat flared in her eyes. “Take what you give me, sir.”
“I thought so.”
I dipped my head to graze her jugular with my teeth. “Where’s your vibrator?”
The urge to question me flashed in her expression, but she dutifully replied, “In the top drawer of my nightstand.”
Leaning over on the mattress, I then used one hand to slide open the drawer. I bit down on my lip to keep from chuckling at the sight of the sparkly purple silicone. Nothing about Sarah screamed girly colors for anything, least of all a vibrator.
“Lean back.”
Once her head rested against my chest, I said, “Spread your legs.”
After Sarah eagerly obeyed me, I turned the vibrator on. A shudder echoed through her body at the loud hm. I slid the vibrator down her breast bone and over one of her breasts.
She gasped as it zinged one of her nipples. As I circled the hardening nub, Sarah began thrust her hips up, desperate for friction from the building tension. “You like that, my little slut?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes . . . please.”
Her breath hitched as the vibrator trailed down her abdomen. When it reached the top of her pussy, Sarah bit down on her lip in the anticipation of what was to come. As I pressed it against her throbbing clit, she cried out.
Raising her hips, she worked herself against the masterful vibrations. With my free hand, I squeezed one of her breasts, stopping from time to time to pinch one of the nipples. Just as she was getting close to coming, I moved the vibrator off her clit.
“Maksim, please,” she sobbed.
