Page 128 of Don't Go Breaking My Heart
I hold it up—one eyebrow raised, absolutely smug—and watch her face flush like a guilty little cherry.
She opens her mouth. Closes it.
Doesn’t make a sound.
But her glare is loud.
I waggle the pink vibrator in the air like it’s Excalibur.
Her nostrils flare.
With one hand, I nudge her thighs apart—slow, patient, like I’m unwrapping something expensive. Her breathing picks up, chest rising and falling fast, lips parted just slightly as she struggles to keep it together.
The second I switch the vibrator on, her eyes go wide. Teeth bite down on her lower lip.
She’s excited.
I lower it—slowly—hovering just above where I know she’s dying for it. Her hips twitch. Her hand shoots out, grabbing a handful of my bicep likethat’sgoing to stop me from torturing her.
It won’t.
I brush the toy over her inner thigh, featherlight, not even close to where she wants it. Her eyes narrow in warning. I smile sweetly.
Then I slide it higher.
The second it touches her fully, her head drops back.
I move the toy in slow, taunting circles, keeping the pressure light—barely enough to give her what she wants, absolutely enough to drive her insane.
Bzzz.
Bzz…
Bzz…
Right on her clit.
Using my fingers, I widen her pussy lips, finding that pink, little nub. And because I’m feeling left out, I lower my face to suck it, tongue lapping her up several seconds before I replace it with the vibrator…
Press the button on the side.
Bzzzzz.
Harder.
More.
Her fingers dig into the sheets, her thighs shaking under my hands, her body doingeverythingbutscreamingout loud.
The toy buzzes harder against her—rhythmic, merciless—and I don’t stop. I just watch her fall apart quietly, beautifully, silently.
When her eyes meet mine, they’re glassy. Dazed. Pleading.
Please.
And yeah, that does it.
I flick the toy off and set it aside, then crawl up her body, pressing every inch of myself against her slick, trembling skin. She’s molten.
