I stroked myself in the same slow rhythm, matching her. “I love seeing you like this. You’re so gorgeous when you let go for me.”
Her cheeks flushed deeper, but she didn’t look away.
“Only for you.”
My chest tightened, equal parts lust and something softer, fiercer.
“Good girl,” I rasped, stroking myself from root to tip, in the same rhythm.
She kept circling, her soft stomach rising and falling with each shaky breath. A whole world of curves and warmth and softness. Bella had the kind of body that deserved worship, and tonight, she was letting me see all of it.
“Okay, I’m ready for more.”
I nodded. “Go ahead.Grab your toy.”
She reached for the vibrator again, thumb brushing the button until it hummed to life on the lowest setting. The sound was soft, almost shy.
Just like her.
“Start on the outside,” I ordered. “Don’t push it inside you yet. I want to watch you tease yourself.”
She nodded, eyes locked on mine through the screen.
She trailed the buzzing tip along the crease of her thigh first, slow and shivering. Then lower, skating it over her outer pussy lips without quite touching where she needed it most.
Every time the vibration grazed close to her clit, she pulled it away again, thighs trembling like she was fighting herself. Little did she know it was a losing battle.
“Spread yourself open for me,” I growled. “Let me see how wet you are.”
She obeyed instantly, widening her legs to expose her slick, swollen center.
Fuck, she’d been made for this. Forme.
Bella had told me during our last night together, after I’d pinned her wrists above her head and coaxed another orgasm out of her with my tongue, that she liked it when I took control like this. Specifically because it helped quiet everything else in her head.
All the worries, the sensory nightmare, the ten different trains of thought that usually ran at once, they all went silent under my voice and hands.
It was the one time she didn’t have to decide anything. She could just feel.
That worked for me. I’d always preferred to take a more dominant role in the bedroom, and with Bella, I was downright feral. There was something about knowing I could unravel someone with nothing but my words—the ones that had taken me years to find—and the right grip.
And maybe, when the mood was right, a toy or two.
“Circle your clit,” I ordered.
She swirled the curved tip around her clit. Her back arched off the pillows, a broken, little moan spilling out.
“That’s it,” I growled. “Look at you, so needy. You love it when I tell you what to do, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she gasped, hips rocking helplessly.
“That’s my good girl,” I said, the praise rolling out low and deliberate. “Keep teasing. You don’t get to come until I say. Not until you’re dripping down your thighs and begging me for it.”
Her eyes fluttered, but she didn’t look away. She just nodded, her breath coming faster, and did exactly what I told her.
“Bennett.”
My name came out shaky, needy. Exactly how I wanted her.
