Page 26 of The Housewife's Robot
My eyes flutter closed as I surrender to the sensation.
I circle the toy around my clit, teasing myself, feeling how wet I’m getting with each pass. My pussy is practically dripping now, slick coating my inner thighs as I press the vibratormore firmly against myself. The low hum fills the quiet room, accompanied by the increasingly wet sounds of my arousal.
“Caspian,” I whisper, the name escaping my lips as I increase the intensity of the vibrator, sliding it down to tease my hole. My pussy clenches, hungry for fullness after so long without it.
I can feel my juices sliding down toward my ass, pooling beneath me on the sheet.
I push the vibrator inside, just an inch, just enough to feel the stretch and burn of penetration. My injured shoulder throbs in protest at the tension in my body, but I ignore it. I need release.
I fuck myself slowly with the toy, pushing it deeper with each thrust until it’s fully inside me. My thumb stays on my clit, rubbing in small circles as the vibrations pulse through my core.
My breaths come faster, my breasts heaving as I get closer to the edge.
“Yes,” I hiss, my hips rising to meet each thrust of the toy. “Fuck, yes.”
A soft groan breaks through my haze of pleasure—a deep, masculine sound that definitely didn’t come from me. My eyes fly open in shock, and I freeze, vibrator still buried inside me, as I see Caspian standing in the doorway.
His eyes are locked between my thighs, where my hand still holds the vibrator. His chest rises and falls rapidly, another too-human response that shouldn’t be possible. The front of his pants is tented obscenely, his erection even more prominent than before.
I’m conflicted. I’m about to scream at him to get out, cover myself, and die slowly of embarrassment in this room. But my rage towards my cheating husband makes a wicked thrill go through me.
My pussy clenches around the toy still buzzing inside me. Caspian’s watching me. He wants me. The realization is intoxicating.
“You called my name,” he says in a low voice, almost like a growl. “I heard sounds and was concerned about your well-being.”
But he doesn’t leave. He doesn’t look away. His eyes remain fixed on my exposed pussy, on the vibrator partially visible between my swollen lips.
Instead of stopping, instead of covering myself, I spread my legs wider, offering him a better view.What the hell am I doing?This is insane. But I don’t care. It feels too good to be watched like this, to see the naked hunger in his eyes.
“Do you like my pussy?” I ask, my voice husky with arousal.
Caspian’s eyes darken, his pupils dilating until only a thin ring of brown remains. “You’re beautiful,” he says, his voice rough with what sounds impossibly like desire. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I watch his throat work as he swallows, the movement so convincingly human that it makes my heart race even faster. His gaze never wavers from the movement of the vibrator as I begin to slide it in and out again, more deliberately now, putting on a show.
“No one has ever called me beautiful like that before,” I confess to him as my pussy makes squelching noises from how wet I am.
The admission seems to unleash something in Caspian. His hands clench at his sides, the muscles in his forearms standing out in sharp relief.
“They should have,” he says, his voice fervent. “Every day. Every hour. You are exquisite, Rose.”
His words push me closer to the edge, and I increase the speed of my thrusts, fucking myself harder with the vibrator. My clit throbs beneath my fingers, swollen and desperate for release. I’m so close, teetering on the precipice, and having Caspian watch me, wanting me, is the final push I need.
I shove the vibrator as deep as it will go and press it hard against my G-spot while my fingers work furiously at my clit. The dual stimulation sends me hurtling over the edge, a scream tearing from my throat as pleasure explodes through my body. My pussy contracts violently around the toy, and I feel the gush of wetness as I squirt all over the bed.
“Oh my god,” I chant, my body convulsing with the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, making my toes curl and my back arch off the bed.
“Fuck,” Caspian mutters, the hunger in his eyes undeniable now, and it makes my heart beat fast.
As the aftershocks finally begin to subside, I lie panting on the soaked sheets, my body limp with satisfaction. The vibrator still hums inside me, and I slowly withdraw it, wincing slightly at the sensitivity. My pussy feels swollen and used in the best possible way, still pulsing gently with the echoes of my climax.
Caspian shifts his weight, drawing my attention back to the massive erection straining against his pants. It looks almost painful in its intensity. Something about knowing I’ve caused that reaction in him sends another jolt of pleasure through me.
“I can do a much better job than that vibrator,” he says calmly. “I was designed to provide satisfaction in all areas of human need.”
My breath catches in my throat at his bold statement. Before I can respond, he turns and walks out of the room, his movements graceful despite the obvious tension in his body.
I lie there, stunned and breathing hard, my heart pounding against my ribs.Did he seriously just say that?I press my thighs together, feeling another pulse of desire despite my recent orgasm.
