Page 13 of Let Me Win You

I pressed my thighs together, trapping Invi’s hand between them. A shudder of pleasure ran through my body.

“You’re enjoying my touch,” he noted.

“I am. Oh, it’s so good…” I moaned, as he rubbed a little more firmly. “But it never ends with me coming. So…just go ahead and fuck me. It’s okay.”

He might as well chase his pleasure since chasing mine was useless.

Yet he wouldn’t quit.

“Just a little longer? Please, let me enjoy you.” He kissed me again, his one hand playing with me between my legs, the other one toying with my nipple.

I arched my back into his caress. I liked sex. I enjoyed the touching, the kissing, the closeness that came from the intimacy with another person. I loved having it all with Invi right now. To me, an orgasm wasn’t necessary to enjoy this night. By trying to force what wasn’t going to happen, we only risked ruining this entire experience.

Yet Invi proved to be more persistent than any other man I’d ever been with. Or maybe he truly enjoyed touching me?

Pleasure teased more persistently. I moaned into his mouth as his kisses alternated between tender and passionate. I teetered on the edge, needing just a little something more to tip me over.

A soft vibration suddenly fluttered between my thighs.

“What… Did you…?” I couldn’t finish, as my desire surged.

The vibration coaxed the first tendril of an orgasm. It grew bigger and stronger, finally consuming me whole.

“Oh, God…” Breaking the kiss and gripping the sheets, I came harder than ever before. I came with someone else for the first time ever.

“There you are,” he murmured, spurring my pleasure by working me with his fingers. “My sweet, darling girl.”

Another kiss landed on my lips, and I finally opened my eyes, my inner muscles still clenching deliciously with the aftershocks of my unexpected climax.

Dammit, he was gorgeous. The best-looking man I’d ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes on. And his hand was still cupping me gently between my legs.

“It was beautiful.” He smiled.

“Do you have a vibrator on you?” I blurted out. “Like do you casually carry one with you, just in case?”

He blinked, his smile fading, his eyes shifting aside.

“No.”

I glanced at my open toiletries bag on the nightstand nearby. I’d left it there after taking a shower that morning. My tiny bullet vibrator lay on top of the pack of tampons inside the bag.

“Oh, I see.” I relaxed. “Very resourceful, aren’t you? Well…” I stretched through my entire body, feeling comfy and warm, and hid a yawn behind my hand. “I guess it’s your turn now.”

But he shook his head. “You’re tired.”

“Only a little.” I smiled. “Orgasms tend to do it to me.”

“Let’s rest then.” He pulled a cover higher over us.

“What do you mean byrest?”

Men didn’t do that, did they? I might not have had that many men in my life, but none of those I’d had would just “rest” with a raging hard-on and a naked, willing woman in bed with them.

“Do you not need help with this?” I nudged his erection with my knee.

He moaned at the contact, his eyelids dropping in pleasure.

“I’d give everything to be inside you,” he groaned. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

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