Two Can Play (Celeste and Dominic) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

I pushed it deeper.

“That is it,” I murmured. “Take it.”

I began to move it in and out, slow at first, then faster, the vibrations humming deep against her sensitive flesh. Her moans grew louder, more urgent, her hips rising to meet each movement.

“I am close,” she panted. “So close, Dominic, please…”

“Not yet.”

I pulled it out and she whimpered at the loss, a desperate, needy sound. I brought it back to her clit, circling slowly, torturing her gently, letting the pleasure build without release. She was trembling, her nails digging into the wood of the desk, her breath coming apart.

“Please,” she begged. “Please.”

I slid the vibrator back inside her and pressed the second setting.

The vibration intensified to a deeper, more powerful pulse.

She screamed.

Her body convulsed, her pussy clenching around the toy, her release flooding over my hand and onto the desk beneath her. I kept it pressed against that spot, working her through it, drawing out every last pulse of her orgasm.

She came again. Harder. A second wave that made her legs shake so violently I had to hold her steady.

Then a third, sobbing, her face wet with tears, her body completely limp against my arm.

I set the vibrator aside.

She lay back on the desk, her hair spread across the wood, her chest heaving, her eyes glassy and unfocused. She was a beautiful, complete mess, and something about the sight of her undone like this, here, in my office, because of me, made it impossible to wait any longer.

I parted her legs wide.

I unzipped my trousers and freed my cock, thick and throbbing. I guided myself to her entrance, felt the heat of her, the slick evidence of everything I had just done to her.

I pushed inside her in one smooth, deep stroke.

She gasped, her back arching, her hands reaching up and finding my arms. I lowered myself over her, my forearms bracketing her head, my forehead pressed to hers.

I began to move.

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“Why are you staring at me like that?”

She did not answer immediately. Her hand came up, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, the curve of my cheek. The touch was soft. Unhurried. Almost reverent.

“I am trying to figure you out,” she said finally.

“And what is your conclusion?”

She smiled. Small and enigmatic and entirely her own. “I have not reached one yet.”

I kissed her forehead. The tip of her nose. Her lips, soft and slow, tasting the warmth of her.

“Take your time,” I said against her mouth.

We had all the time in the world.

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