Page 85 of Heartsong
“I know,fy nghariad.Tonight.”
Another protest clogged in her throat as she watched him turn to stone.
“No no no!”
When she reached him, only the faintest residual of his warmth remained. Her hands met cool stone, and Anna shivered at the contrast between it and her fevered skin.
His expression was still as harsh with longing, and his pants, stone now, retained a telling bulge. Curious and frustrated, she traced a finger over that rocky contour, wondering how much he truly did feel while a statue.
She sighed a deep and mournful sigh before kissing his cold chest.
Then an idea popped into her head.
Standing like that with him was a little comfort, but her body wouldn’t be quiet. It’d been a long time since she’d felt even half this good—it’d be a shame to let it go to waste.
“This is for both of us,” she whispered to him.
Rooting around in her dresser drawer, she found her trusty little bullet vibrator. A splurge a few years back after her last relationship fizzled out, it’d seen her through plenty of lonely and bored nights. She hadn’t used it in a while; dealing with chronic pain often meant she didn’t have the energy or inclination to pleasure herself.
Now, though, she thought she might come right out of her skin if she didn’t do something.
Biting her cheek, Anna didn’t let herself overthink as she shucked her sleep pants and got back on the bed. Frey watched on with that stone stare, and Anna imagined he could see everything, that even if he was awake, he wouldn’t take his eyes off her.
Holding her breath, she parted her legs and peered at him from between her knees. He had full view of her; he’d see how slick and swollen she was, howready.
Using two fingers, she opened herself to him, gasping at the cool air against her heated flesh.
“What do you think?” she whispered. “You think we’ll fit?”
Clicking to her favorite setting, Anna teased the vibe over her clit and then down to her entrance, gathering her slick. The toy glided through her folds, making her moan, and the vibrations stimulated every nerve.
“I think we will.”
It’d take a little time and effort, but it’d be so worth it.
Anna worked the vibe over herself in steady circles, finding a pace that had her squirming in the bed. She kept her legs open for him, and watching him stand there across the room made her clench and pulse. She imagined making him stand there if he was awake, just to watch. He would, he’d stand there until she said, all those big muscles shaking with the effort of holding himself back. He’d growl at her, tell her how pretty she was, how good she’d take his cock next, how her cunt and her tits and her mouth and her heart werehis.
The vibe slid easily inside her, and Anna teased her clit with her fingers as the vibrations pulled her toward the peak. It wasn’t the right angle to hit her g-spot, but everything she’d done with Frey, knowing he was there hopefully watching her, was more than enough.
The orgasm blew through her like a gale, whipping and shattering. She fell back on the bed, mouth open wide in a silent scream. She pulsed against her own hands, pleasure pulling her along in its current as her hips snapped. Chasing every scrap of pleasure, Anna came and came and came, a brutal orgasm that went on until she saw stars.
She came back to herself slowly, sprawled out on her bed. The vibe hummed inside her still, sending aftershocks of pleasure zipping up her spine.
Anna was messy, sweaty, and spent—and she felt the best she ever had.
Panting a little, she sat up slowly. Her gaze caught again on Frey, silent and stalwart in the corner.
A smile tugged at her lips, and her pussy pulsed again around the vibe.
The sheets already need changing. Might as well.
Throwing him a wink, she rolled onto her front, spread her legs, and propped herself up on elbows and knees. One hand snuck underneath her to work the vibe, and she moaned with the new angle.
“You wanna see a little more, big guy?”
24
Anna breezed through the apartment, almost wanting to sing. She played loud music and danced around with Captain, who wasn’t too happy about being a dance partner or breakfast being late. She threw open the blinds to let in the late-morning sunshine, and if there’d been some birds to sing to, she would have.
