I inhale deeply as I reach around to unfasten the clasp. The straps fall from my shoulders, cool air brushing against my nipples as I toss my bra to the floor along with the rest of my clothes.
Walker gazes at me with reverence and want written all over his face. “Fuck, you really are perfect.”
The lingering nerves that had been clawing at me a few minutes ago have dissolved into burning arousal, leaving my body taut and ready to snap under the weight of anticipation.
“Now what?” I ask softly, reveling in this little game of cat and mouse where he takes the lead and I follow, all the while pushing the limits of his self-control.
“Lie on the bed facing me and spread your legs so I can see you,” Walker says, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow.
I let out a shaky whimper, his reply sending an electric current racing down my spine.
I climb on the bed and lie down on my back. The old me would be trembling with embarrassment, but seeing Walker leaning against the doorway, looking at me as he adjusts his hard-on, sparks a newfound sense of confidence. Even now, a simmering heat spreads through my core, whereas usually I’d barely feel a flicker of desire.
“You ready?” he asks, reinforcing that this is my call to make.
“Yes,” I state, grabbing the vibrator from the mattress beside me.
Walker clenches his free hand at his side, his jaw tightening. “Good. I want you to push the tip inside and get it nice and wet for me.”
A shiver snakes down my spine, as I draw in a shaky breath. The second the device slips inside, pleasure blooms at the intrusion, and I imagine it’s his cock. It’s one of the only parts I haven’t seen of him, but judging by the giant bulge in his Wranglers, it’s safe to say he’s packing.
Focus, Birdie.
After a moment to calm my nerves, I ask, “What comes next?”
“Turn on the vibrator.”
Walker’s voice anchors me as a soft hum buzzes through the air. The pulse courses through me, and I moan softly as the vibrations tease my entrance. Usually, this is when the frustration sets in because the stimulation is never enough to fully satisfy. However, it’s different this time, and my skin is exquisitely sensitive to every flicker of sensation rippling through my core. Searching for more friction, I move the device in a steady motion, my gaze wandering to Walker.
“You’re a damn vision, Birdie,” he groans, his fingers digging into the doorframe.
His words are an aphrodisiac, making me pick up my pace, each stroke fueled by his praise.
“Oh, Walker,” I gasp.
I wish more than anything it was his cock thrusting inside me, drawing me closer to a release I’ve only ever dreamed of until now.
“Angle the toy so the small arm is on your clit,” he instructs, his voice catching slightly.
When the narrow arm finds my clit it sends a rush through me that knocks the air from my lungs. My free hand fists the comforter while I roll my hips in circles and drag the tip over the nub until I’m lightheaded. The rush of euphoria leaves me dizzy, but it’s still not enough to push me over the edge.
I lift my head to see the corners of Walker’s mouth quirking up, his grip on the doorframe so tight his knuckles have gone white.
“I need you,” I whimper. “Please.”
My vision swims as I struggle to focus long enough to push the main shaft farther inside, a moan tearing from my throat as the device continues to pulsate.
“God, you’re so hot when you beg.” His ghost of a smile deepens to a smirk. “You need me to help get you off, baby? Is that what you’ve been missing?”
I bob my head, propping myself up on one elbow to get a better look at him. His white T-shirt clings to his biceps, flexing with every movement, and I look down to the outline in his Wranglers, swelling against the fabric.
He unfastens his jeans and reaches beneath the waistband of his boxers, pulling his cock out. His jeans hang low on his hips, showcasing the delicious V-line and the hard planes of his abs. He’s unbelievably huge, and though part of me wonders howit could ever possibly fit, another part is fantasizing about us jumping straight tothatparticular lesson tonight.
I remind myself to slow down and drink in every shared glance, every groan, every unspoken reassurance that passes between us. This moment will be fleeting and someday when I’m lying on this very bed alone without him here, I’ll call on it to push me past the brink.
I’m mesmerized as Walker spits in his hand before stroking his shaft, starting at the bottom and reaching the tip, smearing the drop of pre-cum over the crown.
“Look what you fucking do to me.” He glances down at his erect cock as he moves his hand faster up and down.
