Page 38 of Wild Rush Of Love
Refusing to be embarrassed by her nakedness or the urgency with which she jumped onto the bed, she positioned herself in the center and leaned back against a pillow, spreading her legs wide.
It took her a moment to realize he held her vibrator in his hand. “What—?”
Rush pressed one knee to the mattress between her feet and held out the toy. “I want to watch you fuck yourself. Show me how you do it.”
There was no polite request in his tone; it was all command, and the heat burning in his eyes told her how much he wanted to see her pleasure herself.
She wasn’t a prude. She might be inexperienced but she read, watched X-rated movies, and hadn’t shied away from sex talk when her girlfriends had shared their encounters during high school and college, so she wasn’t clueless or repressed.
A little unsure of herself in this type of situation, yes—her last night with Rush proved that—but she knew what she wanted, and that was this man.
So if he wanted to see herfuck herselfwith her vibrator, she wouldn’t be self-conscious, she’d show him.
Reaching out, she took the flesh-colored plastic penis from him and brought it down between her legs.
The device was cold against her heated flesh, the contrast sending a shudder straight to her core.
Sliding the vibrator through slick folds, she lubricated the head and shaft and teased herself with the promise of what was to come.
She’d never dallied before. Normally she’d get the vibrator wet with her arousal and push it in. However something made her go slow, made her want to draw out the process of thrusting it inside her body.
Some never-before-tapped sensual part of her wanted to put on a show for Rush.
She circled the bulbous tip on her clit. Pressure built and wetness coated her inner thighs. Switching the vibrate mode to low, she jolted with the spark of pleasure that shot through her. The buzz of desire pulsed along every nerve, tingled her skin, and clenched her inner walls.
Going slow definitely had its perks. Why hadn’t she thought to do it this way before?
Watching Rush through hooded eyes, Reena teased them both, ringing her clit and dragging the vibrating shaft between her increasingly wet pussy lips over and over, until they were both breathing hard and she thought she might come without pushing the thing inside.
“Put it in,” Rush ordered in a strangled voice as he leaned closer, his gaze glued to the action between her legs. “All the way, then use your fingers on your clit.”
Twisting her wrist, she placed the head of the fake penis at her opening and shoved it deep. Gasping and arching, her hips came off the bed and she wished it were Rush’s cock plunging into her.
“Play with your clit and fuck that pussy hard,” he growled as he shuffled closer, his hand cupping the bulge in his pants.
Shocked to discover he still wore his sweatpants, Reena opened her mouth to tell him to take them off when he lunged forward and wrapped his hand around hers on the base of the vibrator.
“I said fuck yourself hard.” He jerked her hand, dragging the vibrator in and out. Hard and fast, he set the pace before he let her take over and palmed his groin again. “Touch your clit,” he demanded.
Helpless to do anything but what he commanded, Reena set to work thrusting the shuddering vibrator in and out with one hand while using two fingers of the other to stroke her clitoris in faster and faster circles.
Typically it took a good twenty minutes and some serious concentration to get close to orgasm, but right now, with Rush ordering her around in that gruff, sex-laden voice, with the sting of his slaps still fresh in her mind—on her ass—and the carnal intent visible in his eyes, the ones locked on her pussy, Reena catapulted to the edge of reason and went right over it with his name flying from her throat.
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“Fuck.”Rush yanked his sweatpants down and shoved them over his hips. “Take it out.”
When Reena didn’t respond, still caught up in her release, her body thrashing on the bed and hands working to prolong her pleasure, he was left with no choice but to take what he wanted.
Kicking out of his shoes and pants, he got between her legs, grabbed her wrist, pulled the vibrator from her sopping pussy and replaced it with his cock.
Wet heat licked along his length and sank into his balls. He groaned, shuddered with sublime bliss as everything focused on the unbelievably tight flesh wrapped around his cock.
“Reena.”
God. He’d gone at her like a rutting animal. First with her vibrator then with his cock. He’d vowed not to hurt her, to take things slowly until she was ready for him, but in the face of the wanton creature she’d become, he’d had little hope of remaining in control.
Her body pulsed around him. Slick walls gripped him in velvet heat, sucking at his engorged shaft and making staying still impossible. “Reena. Are you okay?” he ground out, shaking with the effort to remain still.
