Page 30 of Shattered Sinner
I chuckled when I saw him toss the condom over his shoulder, but it quickly turned into a groan when he pushed his cock inside of me. Without the barrier between us, I was shell-shocked at how different it felt, and that we were actually doing this.
His thrusts started immediately and were perfectly timed. My moans went from low to practically screaming the harder he pounded into me. He moved his hips in such a way that it felt as if every inch of his cock was driving into me over and over again. I almost cried from the intensity of the sensations that he was stirring within me.
My hands instinctively clenched the bed sheets because I needed something to hold on to. They'd become the only way I had a grip on reality because I felt like I would drift away due to all the pleasure coursing through my veins.
His motions only intensified as each second passed, the sound of our fucking the only thing that surrounded us. Soon I was on the verge of an explosive orgasm. When it finally took over, I felt like my body had locked up in preparation for what would be our endgame. Easton must have realized what was happening too because he started thrusting harder and faster until we both sailed over the edge together.
I didn't care that when I fell over, he did too, with his weight crushing me as we both tried to catch our breaths.
This feeling was absolutely magical, and I couldn't wait to do it again.
I soon drifted off to sleep, my body completely spent from Easton. I didn't know how long it was before I woke up again and I turned to watch Easton's face as he slept. I couldn't help but smile at how peaceful he looked while sleeping and an idea popped into my head.
I moved my hand until it touched what I was looking for. I scrolled through the apps on my phone until I found my camera.
Taking a deep breath, I snapped a picture of us both snuggled up together in bed. It felt weird taking this picture without his knowledge, but I needed it for security.
And if I played my cards right, it might just get me out of this sham of an engagement.
17
BIANCA
After a late night, due to both of us being insatiable, I fell into a dreamless sleep that was probably the most peaceful I’d had in quite some time. I didn't stir until a pulsing sensation grew between my legs, but it didn’t last long. The light buzzing noise that surrounded me was still low enough that I was willing to turn back over in an attempt to go back to sleep.
At first, I tried to drift off again but then the feeling between my legs became too powerful to ignore. What was it? It almost felt like… like something was running up and down my pussy, the touches light enough for me to recognize something, but not enough for me to care to wake up.
The sensation came again, stronger this time, and I moaned softly. I was almost fully awake now and I could feel my hips moving on their own.
I must still be dreaming. This can't be real.
But it felt real. Too real. My breathing became harsher as the vibration increased. That was when all of my senses went into rapid-fire mode, and I realized where the soft buzzing noise I heard was coming from. I gasped out loud as I fisted the bed sheets, realization dawning down on me. I opened my eyes and was greeted by darkness, but the sensations that were flowing through my body made me not care. I wanted to tear off whatever was across my eyes and to see Easton, but I also didn’t want this fantasy to end.
When the vibration increased once again, it was like nothing I'd experienced before, and that included the fun I’d had with my own small toy collection. A scream flew out from my lips as my back arched and I let my body give in to my orgasm. The waves seemed to go on forever, and I never wanted it to end.
As I came down from that high, panting and trembling, it was then that I realized something else. There was the feeling of someone watching me, wanting me.
“Easton?” I said just before I licked my suddenly dry lips.
“Who else would it be?”
“Was that a vibrator?”
“Maybe.”
I could hear the grin in his voice. When I moved to take off the blindfold, Easton grabbed my wrist.
“Keep it on.”
“Why?” I was slightly puzzled by his desire to keep my eyes covered. I wanted to see him too.
“Because this is how I want you.” And he didn’t offer up any other explanation.
His fingers traced an imaginary line along the inside of my knee. Even that small touch was erotic as fuck. “I debated with myself whether I should wake you up or not. And while you looked so peaceful sleeping there, I couldn’t resist hearing the sounds of your beautiful moans once more.”
“I’m not complaining. At all.”
“Good. Then shall we continue?”
