Page 61 of Trustfall

She obeys, keeping her eyes glued to mine as she moves the vibrator down another couple of inches until it hovers over her clit, still covered by her panties. When she doesn’t move it down, I cover my hand over hers and push until it connects with her clit. Her breath instantly hitches, and her hips rise a little.

“That feel good, baby?” I rasp.

“Yeah,” she breathes.

I meant for her to show me how she does this alone, but I can’t seem to keep my hands off her. I reach down and move her panties to the side so the vibrator falls onto her bare clit.

“Ahh, fuck,” she whimpers.

“Tell me,” I say, continuing to hold her panties open. “Tell me what it feels like.”

“It tingles,” she gasps. “Like tiny little bursts. It…it feels so good.”

She’s rubbing the vibrator up and down her clit now, desperate noises escaping from her lips with each movement. Every time her eyes stray from mine or look down, I bring her attention back to me.

“Eyes on me, remember?”

She nods her head. “I need…”

“I know, baby. You need to come, don’t you? How bad do you need it?”

“So bad,” she whines.

“Do it then. Come for me, Emory.”

She continues the assault on her clit, her hips jutting up to meet each stroke, letting out little moans as she gets closer and closer.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”

At my words, her legs start to shake, and she cries out. “Shit, Luke. I’m coming.” She keeps the vibrator on her clit, thrusting and shaking, riding out her orgasm until she stills, moving it away and letting the toy fall out of her hand. I let go of her ruined underwear, and it snaps back into place.

“Such a good fucking girl,” I growl and grab the vibrator from the side of the bed. I knock her legs back open and rip her underwear off, throwing it over my shoulder. I’m done watching. Emory gasps as I bring the vibrator back to her clit. “But we’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

She seems to come out of her post-orgasm haze and moves her hand to stop me. “I-I’m too s-sensitive,” she nearly sobs.

“Shhh, I’ve got you. Trust me, okay?” I keep my rhythm slow and steady at first, gently sliding the vibrator up and down her little bundle of nerves.

“But I—ahhh,” she cries out when I click up the intensity of the vibration and start rubbing the tip in quick circles.

“I can’t,” she whines.

“You can, Emory. Are you saying red?”

She shakes her head.

“Words, Em”

“No. Green.”

“Then come for me again, baby. I know you can.”

She does, screaming as her hips buck up to chase the friction. I keep the vibrator pressed firmly to her clit until she pushes it away again. She must be so fucking sensitive now.

“That’s it, Em. Such a good girl coming for me again.”

“I’ve never—” she pants. “I’ve never used it twice in a row before.”

“Was it so bad?” I tease.

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