“Tell me if I'm doing it wrong.” Her nerves crept up on her at the worst possible time.
“You won't,” Ruby assured her, but her breath hitched as Celeste turned on the vibrator, the buzzing filling the room.
Celeste started the way Ruby had, teasing and building anticipation. She ran the vibrator along Ruby's inner thighsfirst, watching goosebumps rise on her skin. Ruby's hips lifted slightly, seeking contact, but Celeste held back.
“Patience,” she murmured, echoing Ruby's earlier words.
“You're evil,” Ruby groaned, but there was laughter in her voice.
Celeste used her mouth first. Then she introduced the vibrator at a low setting, pressing it against Ruby's clit and watching her face intently.
“Oh fuck,” Ruby gasped, her hands flying up to grip the headboard. “That's—yes—right there—”
Celeste increased the intensity gradually, experimenting with different angles and pressures. Ruby's responses guided her—the way her breathing quickened, how her thighs tensed, the increasingly desperate sounds she made.
Celeste's free hand slid up Ruby's body to cup her breast, her fingers finding the already-hard nipple. She rolled it between her fingers, then pinched gently, and Ruby's whole body jerked.
“God, yes,” Ruby moaned. “Just like that—”
Encouraged, Celeste became bolder. She alternated between her mouth and the vibrator, sometimes using both at once, building Ruby's pleasure methodically. When she finally slid two fingers into Ruby's wet heat while maintaining the vibrator's pressure, Ruby cried out, her inner walls clenching around Celeste's fingers.
“Fuck, Celeste—”
Celeste continued pressing the vibrator against Ruby's clit while she worked her fingers in a steady rhythm, curling them to hit that spot inside that made Ruby's back arch. She could feel Ruby getting closer, her body tightening, her breathing turning ragged and uneven.
“Look at me,” Celeste commanded, surprised by the authority in her own voice.
Ruby's eyes flew open, meeting Celeste's gaze. The connection between them intensified—this wasn't just physical anymore. The vulnerability in Ruby's eyes, the trust, the sheer intimacy of this moment made Celeste's chest ache even as her body heated with renewed arousal.
“I want to watch you come,” Celeste said, increasing both the vibrator's setting and the pace of her fingers. “Come for me, Ruby.”
“I'm going to—” The rest of her words dissolved into incoherent sounds as the orgasm hit her.
It was intense and all-consuming. Her whole body shook and she cried out Celeste's name over and over, the sound broken and desperate. Her inner muscles clamped down on Celeste's fingers rhythmically, pulsing with the waves of her climax.
Celeste worked her through it, gentling her touches but not stopping until Ruby pushed her hand away, oversensitive and trembling.
“Come here,” Ruby gasped, reaching for her.
Celeste set aside the vibrator and crawled up Ruby's body, kissing her deeply. They held each other as their breathing gradually slowed, skin pressed to sweat-slicked skin.
“That was...” Ruby started, then laughed breathlessly. “I don't have words.”
“Me neither,” Celeste admitted, pressing her face into Ruby's neck.
They lay tangled together, neither willing to move, neither wanting this moment to end. Celeste felt changed somehow—not just physically satisfied, but fundamentally altered by this experience. By Ruby.
“We should probably check out soon,” Ruby said eventually, though she made no move to get up.
“Probably.” Celeste traced lazy patterns on Ruby’s stomach. “Five more minutes.”
Five minutes turned into twenty, and it was nearly noon by the time they finally dragged themselves out of bed to pack and check out.
As they reached the car, Ruby asked, “Do you want me to drive now? You've been doing it pretty much the whole trip. You must be tired.”
“I'm fine. I prefer driving.”
“You mean you prefer controlling everything,”
