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her inner walls around his plunging fingers. Heard her long sigh. Her body shook as though a small earthquake ran through it and her hands fisted in her own hair. Too fucking beautiful. But he was hardly done with her. He leaned in and kissed her fevered forehead, whispered, “Devin, do you have any toys?”
“Toys?” Her voice was still shaky from her climax.
“A vibrator?”
“Yes. In my nightstand.”
“I'll be right back. Don't move.”
As he walked down the narrow hallway he heard her mutter, “As if I could.” He found the bedroom easily enough, turned on a bedside lamp. And was pleased to see the big antique bed with its four carved wooden posts. Nice. Plenty he could do in a bed like that. But he'd have to think about it later. Next to the bed was a small nightstand, another antique from the look of it. And in the top drawer was a nice collection of toys. He found one of those butterfly vibrators that women loved so much, but what he really wanted was something more phallic. He shuffled a paperback book aside and found it, a large pink vibrator, textured all over with a raised dot pattern. Nice piece of equipment. His cock burned with lust just thinking about what he could do to her with this thing.
He returned to the living room and found she was right where he'd left her. Good girl. He knelt on the floor beside the sofa. She was watching him, those green eyes impossible to really see in the dim wash of moonlight. But he could tell by the cadence of her breath that she was right there with him.
He used his hands to part her thighs. Skin like a baby's. Jesus.
Concentrate.
He let his fingers tease for a moment at her slick hole. “You're so damn wet, I could slide this thing right in.”
“Yes. Do it. Please.” An edge of desperation in her voice. He knew exactly how she felt. He switched the vibrator on and let the tip rest against her clit. She groaned and he pulled it away. Let her lay there and pant. Let her want it before he pressed it again over her mound. Just when she started to squirm, he moved it away again.
“Please, Shaye.”
God, he loved that begging tone. “Please what?”
“Please touch me.”
“Like this?”
“Oh y e s . . .”
Pleasure rippled through her like a long beat of thunder. It hit her core like a blow. Her body convulsed with the first wave of climax. He pulled away once more. How could he do this to her? Pure torture. Of course, that was his specialty, wasn't it? Her body was shaking with that keen edge of orgasm.
“Breathe into it, Devin. Ride it out.”
“I can't.”
“You can. And you will. For me.”
For him. Yes.
She could do it for him, do anything for him.
She gritted her teeth when he touched the vibe to her clit again, sending jarring rumbles of pure pleasure through her. “Hold on to it, Devin,” he commanded her. She pulled in a gasping breath, blew it out. And just when she thought she had it under control, he pinched her nipple, hard. She came up off the couch, her whole body rising, burning. “Calm, Devin.”
Calm? God, she was completely gone and she knew it.
Just let me come. Make me come!
But all she did was moan aloud. She was trembling all over.
“Focus on my voice. Do you hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Hold it back as long as you can. And when you're sure you can't hold it any longer, you'll have to ask for it.”
She groaned again. “Can it be now?”
A small, evil laugh from him. “No.”
His hand on her thigh, moving her legs even farther apart. Then he laid the tip of the vibrator on her clit. His touch was light; all she could feel was the gentlest vibration, but pleasure coiled like a serpent in her sex, spread out, made her arms and legs shake with need. At the same time he pinched the tender skin at the juncture of her hip and thigh. So painful, but the pain turned immediately to pleasure, impossibly ramping up the sensation between her legs. “Please...”
“Not yet. Hang on. I know you can do it.”
He pressed the vibe a little more