that she’d have to settle for her second-favorite vibrator, a short black bullet with a rotating head, she took the toy out and stuffed the clothes back into the drawer. She locked the sliding glass door for an added measure of comfort and then returned to the bed. Typically, masturbating in bed was a bit too tame for Claire’s tastes. Knowing she wouldn’t be doing it alone, but with a living, breathing, sexy-as-the-devil man for the first time in months added a whole new level of excitement.
Reclining against the headboard, she drew up her knees and spread her legs. She focused on the door as she turned the bullet on and brought it between her thighs. How far along the path to orgasmland did she want to be when he returned? Or was it better to give herself a quick climax via the vibrator now so that she could rely solely on fingering herself then?
The spinning head of the bullet brushed against her inner thigh. Not realizing how closely she’d held it to her body, she gasped with the unexpected touch. Her pussy clenched as the head whirred upward along her thigh, cream already welling and making her sex feel like it was melting with carnal heat.
Chris’s boxer-dropping show and that partial view of his cock obviously had her body at full arousal. She wouldn’t need the vibrator to reach a speedy climax today. She brought it to her slit and rubbed it against her sex past her panties anyway. The cotton still inside her pussy shifted with the vibrations, arcing heated sensation throughout her core. Warmth licked through the rest of her as she took hold of the crotch of the panties and dragged them slowly free of her sex. Her pussy lips resisted their loss, sucking at the sodden material and registering a tingling need in her clit.
Claire pulled the crotch of the panties to one side and answered that tingling with the head of the vibrator. The rotating tip eased past trimmed pubic curls to slip between her labia and stroke against her clit. Mini-vibrations shuddered into the swollen bundle of nerves, and she gasped as her hips bucked up off the bed. Parting her pussy lips with two fingers, she angled the vibrator. The thick, hard side rode between her labia with short, erratic bursts of speed. The rotating tip struck against her clit with each of those bursts.
Warmth turned to sizzling heat within the space of seconds. Orgasm took her over nearly as quickly. Her breath wheezed between her lips as she closed her eyes to visions of Chris standing naked in the doorway, one strong hand fondling his balls while the other pumped away at his cock.
The vibrations died away slowly, her breathing returning to normal pitch. It picked up again with the creak of the bedroom door. A wild thrill pushed through her, heating her pussy back into an inferno of aching need. She opened her eyes expecting to find him standing there, cock and balls in hand. But he wasn’t there. The door was still closed, no further sound coming from the room beyond it.
Displeasure sailed through Claire. She displaced it with the thought he’d be here soon. Probably he was staying away with the idea of building anticipation.
She set the vibrator aside and pulled the panties down her thighs. Tossing the damp underwear onto the floor, she sat back and waited to give him the ultimate fingering show. And kept waiting for a good ten minutes.
Sighing, she brought her fingers back to her sex and petted the outer folds. The nervous tension had gone with her short but oh-so-sweet orgasm. She wasn’t about to let it return because he was taking his time in getting back to her.
Another several minutes of petting passed without his return, and she glared at the door. Had he changed his mind about masturbating? Or had he never intended to go through with it in the first place?
If this was another trick, so help her…. “Chris?”
She hadn’t shouted his name. In fact, she’d barely spoken it loud enough for him to hear beyond the door. Which meant he had to be waiting right outside, because the door burst open instantly. He wasn’t wearing the cat boxers with the tented front any longer. He wasn’t wearing a thing but a devastating grin and his hand around his cock. Except the action of his hand along his shaft was more of a stroking than a wearing. Not quite her vision come to red-hot life, and yet it was even better.
“Did someone call my—” His gaze latched onto her fingers caressing the folds of her sex. Appreciation mingled with the desire in his eyes as he met her gaze. “I don’t know who you are, lady, but I’m certain you never asked to come in my bed.”
So they were going with the role-playing game. That was one challenge she could eagerly rise to.
Chris slid his fingers to the blood-pink corona of his shaft. He rubbed his thumb in the silky moisture seeping from the tip, and then brought that same thumb to his mouth and sucked it between his lips.
Claire’s breath dragged in with a pant. Her pussy went from warm and damp to scorching and drenched. With effort, she recalled that he was waiting for her to play her part in this sensual game. But, God, it would have been so much easier if he hadn’t gone and tasted his jelly that way.
“Sorry,” she said in a low, husky voice. “I was passing by and saw your bed. So big and warm and empty looking. I was just going to lie down for a few minutes but then my pussy started to ache.” She stilled the easy petting to slip her fingers between the folds of her sex. A little moan left her as they pumped inside her channel. “Rubbing my finger around inside it helped but it’s still aching something fierce.”
He brought his hand back to his dick, stroking the hard length as he studiously eyed her cunt. “I can see the problem. It’s juicy red and inflamed. You need more than a finger diddling, lady.”
Excitement balled in her stomach. Was that an offer on his part? “I do?”
“Sure do. Lucky for you, I found this in the hallway.” She hadn’t paid attention to his left hand with all the good stuff his right one was doing. Now, she couldn’t take her eyes off it as he held up her missing vibrator.
Her clit fluttering in anticipation, she innocently eyed the pink sex toy. “You think that will make it feel better?”
“Only one way to find out.”
Claire pulled her fingers from her pussy to catch the vibrator. But he didn’t toss it to her. He turned it on and brought the quivering clit-stimulator to the side of his shaft. His cock bucked wildly, his features contorting with maximum pleasure.
“Oh yeah,” he said in a tight, raw voice. “I’d say there’s an excellent possibility it’ll work for you.”
Oh yeah was right. More like oh hell yeah!
It took one confident man to taunt his cock with an object so blatantly phallic. None of her past lovers had had the balls to do so. Which just might explain why her sex was shuddering as violently as if it was the one being stimulated by the toy.
Chris’s throat worked audibly as he teased the clit-stimulator the length of his erection. Muscles contracted visibly in his thighs. On a groan of pure pleasure, he brought the head of the vibrator to the weeping eye of his shaft and coated it with pre-cum. He tossed it to her then, the end shimmering with his own personal jelly.
Her jelly now.
His masculine scent lifted from the vibrator—strong, heady, and intoxicating. Claire’s tongue moved restlessly over her teeth.
God, it had been so long since she’d tasted a man’s seed.
She ached to take the vibrator into her mouth and suck his cum off. Her hungry pussy had other ideas, pulsing out a silent plea to put it inside.
