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Her hands shifted over the bunched-up nightie gathered on her stomach. He couldn’t help but look above where they rested. The way she lay flat had also flattened her chest. He felt a pang as he realized he’d skipped her breasts altogether.
Her gaze followed his own. Tension climbed through her body as her hands curled around the bunched-up material.
“If you tug it down, I’ll use my mouth on your nipples,” he promised.
“I—” Her eyes flashed to his, then back to her hands, which clenched tighter. “No.” Her head jerked in a harder denial, rubbing along the pillow.
Something was there, hiding behind her ‘no.’ Her body had tightened to the point of thrumming, but not for a good reason.
Montrell dropped the idea for the time being, shifting the vibrator down. It wasn’t directly on her clit, but closer, so the vibrations could tease at its hood.
She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut.
His other hand curled over her thigh, rubbing light circles as he slowly shifted the vibrator closer to the prize.
“Do you feel it?” he asked. “Is it enough? Or do you want it closer?”
She swallowed but didn’t answer, her head tilting back to expose her throat.
God, he wanted to lower his face and drag his lips over her warm, soft skin, but her hands were still clenched tight.
“You’re beginning to ache, aren’t you? Don’t worry, Bea. The throb is good. Focus on the throb.” He edged closer. The bullet he’d chosen had a wider tip than some, and he reached her clit sooner than he anticipated.
Her hips jerked her away, and her brow furrowed again.
“Too much?” he murmured. He shifted the bullet higher again, teasing above her clit.
Her eyes opened. “Montrell,” she started, a rasp in her voice. “I don’t think—”
“It’s okay if you don’t come. Let’s just see what you like.” He lifted the bullet to thumb through the vibrations, finding the rhythmic one she’d shown interest in. Then he lubed it up again before he moved it back. “In fact, it’s better not to expect it. No pressure.” He dragged the lubed bullet lightly over her clit while it was low, moving it higher again as the vibration pulsed harder.
Montrell moved the vibrator horizontally, letting it press over more of her pussy as the vibration spiked and then went flat. The tip barely reached her clit as the pulsing started again. Her knees pulled up, shifting his hand along her thigh. The bullet reached its peak, and her breath shuddered out the moment it went lower again. Her thighs widened as they relaxed and the rhythm started all over again.
With each new pass, he shifted just a bit closer to her clit.
Her hips pressed up into it when the vibration next started, and he finally moved it over her clit directly. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut again.
“There’s my good girl,” he murmured as she shifted into it. A slight whine escaped her lips as she fell back to the bed during the lull. “Don’t worry. You’re not going to orgasm.” He nearly laughed as the whine returned to her voice with his words. The vibration started again, and he pressed a little more firmly this time. Her breathing shuddered.
“You’re really throbbing now. That’s right, press into it. That will help ease the pressure.” Her next soft groan made his own balls tighten. She relaxed again, panting as the rhythm resumed. He didn’t wait for her to lift her hips but circled her clit right away. She gasped, stilling as she focused. “Don’t worry, Bea. You’re not going to come. No, don’t come yet.” The bullet hit the crescendo in his hand as she cried out, arching into it. He thumbed the vibration to a steady one, slightly harder than the first as she pressed her clit against it.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he breathed, watching her teeth close on her lip as the orgasm rushed through her.
Her thighs relaxed as the last pulse faded away.
Montrell didn’t remove the bullet. He thumbed it to the lowest setting, rubbing up and down to gather more lube.
Her eyes flew wide. “Wait—”
But she was sensitive now, and the bullet was shifting just the way she liked as it vibrated her clit.
“Almost there. Again, Bea.” He rubbed her clit with it.
She tried to speak, but no words came as she thrust against the vibrator, trying to dislodge the pressure. He tilted the bullet with her movements until the tip pulsed right against her clit.
“It’s okay. You can do it.” He couldn’t help it if the words came out rough.
Her second orgasm was harder than the first, and she grabbed for his hand, trying to shove it away. He lifted the bullet so it was barely vibrating on her, letting it pull her through the orgasm before thumbing it off.
