The room was dimly lit, bathed in the golden glow of candlelight flickering against the walls. The scent of vanilla and amber lingered in the air, wrapping around me like a warm embrace as I lay sprawled on the bed, my body thrumming with anticipation.
The silicone toy in my hand buzzed softly, its rhythmic pulse sending waves of pleasure through me as I glided it against my slick folds. My breath hitched, and a quiet moan escaped my lips, swallowed by the thick silence of the room. Lost in the sensation, I didn’t hear the door creak open.
It wasn’t until the scent of him filled the air—deep, musky, intoxicating—that I realized I was no longer alone.
A slow shiver ran down my spine as my eyes flicked open, meeting his gaze from the doorway. He leaned against the frame, watching me with that familiar, dangerous smirk curling at the edges of his lips. His eyes—dark and intense—devoured the sight of me, sprawled across the bed, my thighs parted, the toy glistening with evidence of my wet pleasure.
I sucked in a breath, my pulse stuttering. A silent challenge passed between us.
Would I stop?
Would he let me?
I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the toy, daring myself to keep going.
His smirk deepened.
A quiet chuckle rumbled from his chest as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. His presence commanded the space, drawing all the air out of the room as he walked toward me, slow and deliberate, his fingers already working at the buttons of his shirt.
I couldn’t look away as he peeled the fabric from his shoulders, revealing the hard planes of muscle beneath. His body was all sharp lines and raw power, a masterpiece carved by the gods themselves. The shirt hit the floor, forgotten, as he stood at the edge of the bed, eyes locked onto mine.
"Don’t stop on my account," he murmured, voice laced with amusement, though the heat in his eyes betrayed his restraint.
My cheeks burned, a delicious mixture of embarrassment and desire pooling in my stomach. The vibration of the toy was still humming against me, sending jolts of pleasure through my veins.
I hesitated.
He reached for my wrist, his fingers curling around it, not to stop me, but to guide me.
A low moan slipped from my lips as he nudged my hand, encouraging me to keep going. The pressure of his grip, the heat of his body so close, sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through me.
I obeyed.
Sliding the toy against me, I let my eyes flutter shut, feeling the pleasure build once more.
Then—warm lips brushed against my ear. "Good girl."
A shudder rippled through me.
Before I could react, he shifted, climbing onto the bed, his body pressing against mine. His hands skimmed over my curves, exploring, teasing, claiming.
The toy slipped from my grasp as his mouth found mine, kissing me with a bruising intensity that left me breathless. His tongue plunged deep, tasting, devouring, as his fingers trailed lower, teasing the wetness he had been watching moments before.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured against my lips, his fingers gliding through my slick folds, teasing me until I was trembling beneath him.
Then he reached for the toy.
I gasped as he slid it back against me, pressing the tip inside with agonizing slowness. His free hand gripped my thigh, keeping me open for him as he pushed it deeper, inch by inch, watching my face with rapt fascination.
My back arched, a sharp cry breaking free as the toy filled me completely, its vibrations thrumming against my walls.
He didn’t stop there.
Shifting above me, he unbuckled his belt, the sound of leather whispering through the air making my breath hitch. The clink of metal, the rustle of fabric—every movement deliberate, designed to tease.
When his pants finally fell away, revealing the hard, aching length of him, I swallowed thickly. He was thick, pulsing with need, the head already glistening.
His gaze met mine. "Think you can take both?"
A fresh wave of heat surged through me at the dark promise in his voice.
I nodded.
A growl of approval rumbled from his chest.
Positioning himself behind me, he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against his chest. The warmth of his skin against mine sent a thrill through me as he nudged his cock against the tight ring of muscle at my other entrance.
The toy still pulsed inside me, stretching me, filling me.
I sucked in a breath as he pushed forward, the pressure intense, bordering on too much—but never crossing the line.
His breath was hot against my neck, his voice a low, sinful whisper.
"Relax for me, baby. Let me in."
I exhaled shakily, willing my body to obey. Slowly, inch by inch, he pushed deeper, claiming the last untouched part of me.
The dual sensation was indescribable—a perfect blend of fullness and friction, of pleasure teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
My fingers fisted in the sheets as he began to move, thrusting in perfect rhythm with the pulsing toy buried inside me. Each movement sent waves of sensation crashing through my body, spiraling me higher and higher.
The tension coiled, building, tightening—until it finally snapped.
A shattered cry tore from my lips as I came, my body convulsing around him, pulling him deeper into my pleasure. The orgasm ripped through me in waves, hot, uncontrollable, utterly consuming.
He groaned, his pace turning frantic, desperate, chasing his own release.
With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep, his body tensing as he came, the warmth of his release flooding me as he let out a ragged moan against my shoulder.
For a long moment, we just lay there—breathless, tangled, utterly spent.
The toy buzzed softly between my thighs, forgotten, still humming with residual energy. He chuckled against my skin, pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder before finally reaching down to switch it off.
“We’re keeping that one,” he murmured, pulling me against him.
I let out a breathless laugh, snuggling closer. "Yeah… definitely."
As the candlelight flickered, casting long shadows across the room, we drifted into the blissful haze of afterglow—sated, satisfied, and already thinking about next time.
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