Page 93 of Forget Me

His dick hardened under my other hand. Knowing I’d pleased him, aroused him, made him lose control, I hummed, and my heart kicked into a faster rhythm. My skin buzzed with the power to make this man, the one I cared about, happy.

Keeping the buzz going inside him, I jacked him slowly, echoing the pulsing in my pussy. I tucked my heel against the seam of my jeans, trying to relieve my own building pleasure.

Finally, he shouted, and his release splattered across his chest. I kept the tip of the toy where it was, and his come—well, it kept coming. Longer than I thought possible. His knees trembled beside me.

I’d done that for him. My cheeks stretched with my grin. I was a sex goddess. Admiring his body, wracked with pleasure, was almost as good as preening over one of my perfect spreadsheet formulas.

Finally, his hoarse shout downshifted to a long groan, and I clicked off the vibe. His cock gave one last twitch, and his legs flopped out to either side. Slowly, I eased the dildo out of him.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I gave him a soft, lingering kiss and then went to the bathroom where I washed my hands and the toy. I returned with the damp hand towel and wiped off his chest.

“C’mere,” he murmured, sounding sex-drunk.

I tossed the towel onto the floor and snuggled in next to him, still in my jeans and bra. I kissed his neck, then his stubbled chin. “Good?”

His arms banded around me, tugging me right up against his warm chest. “Perfect. Just let me rest a minute and then—”

“Then we’ll eat. And then I’ll take a turn with the toy. You rest.”

It was the least I could do. To return a bit of the care he’d given me.

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