Page 130 of 10 Rings I Hate About You
I lost it and giggled. “It’s curved,” I managed between laughter. “To hit my G-spot just right.” I made a vague gesture.
Marc looked at the toy and then looked at me. Heavy-lidded now, the curiosity was replaced by the burning desire in his gaze. He handed it to me. “Scoot up the bed.”
I did.
“Turn it on. Vibration mode only.”
I found the button and shifted my hand lower.
“Not there.” A slight smile. “Start at your nipples. I want to watch you tease them.”
Oh.Oh.
The idea of him watching me, directing me, while he was fully dressed—I pressed the toy to my nipple before I’d finished the thought and gasped at the sensation. Sharp and sweet. Too much and exactly enough.
“The other one,” he instructed.
I shifted my grip, my breathing already unsteady. He stood at the edge of the bed and watched me with focused stillness.
Having his full attention on me was just as thrilling as the toy.
“Slower,” he said. “Let me see you.”
I made myself slow down. Circles instead of direct pressure. Alternating. I arched into it despite myself.
“Do you like me watching you?” he asked, his voice rough.
I stared directly at him. There was no hesitation in my answer. “Yes.”
“Good.” He hadn’t moved. His tented pants suggested this was as much for him as it was for me. “Move lower. Drag it down your sternum, over your stomach, and then stop just above your clit.”
I did it slowly, holding his gaze for as long as I could before my eyes wanted to close. I kept them open. I wanted to see his face.
“I wish your hands were on me,” I said.
“I know.” His voice had dropped. “They will be. Now—your clit.”
I pushed the silicone tip against myself, and my breath left me entirely.
“Look at me.”
I dragged my eyes back to him. My hips had already started moving on their own, the low steady vibration building in waves.
“Turn it up.”
I pressed the button. The world narrowed down to the dark weight of his gaze.
“How does that feel?”
“So—” I forgot the rest of the sentence. “Good. Really—Marc?—”
“One more.”
“I’m going to—I don’t want to stop, but—Oh, God.” My legs trembled.
“I know.” He stared at me, and I quickly snapped my mouth shut. “One more.”
I tapped the button that controlled the speed again and cried out. My heels dug into the mattress. My free hand fisted in the sheets.
