Chapter 25 Jane #2
Keeley nods, but I’m not sure she’s convinced. “Okay.”
“Now, can we get to the sex? Because I desperately want to feel good, and I bet you do too.”
A familiar spark of mischief lights in her eyes. “How do you feel about the stuff in your bedside table? I might have grabbed some of it when I got your clothes.” She bites her lip.
My heart stutters. Keeley can make me fall apart with just her fingers or her mouth, but at this suggestion…my senses sharpen to high alert.
“I’m…open to it,” I say, chuckling a little nervously. I definitely know my way around a vibrator, but I’ve never used one with a partner before. It’s always just been for me.
But Keeley doesn’t laugh. Instead, her voice lowers to a growl, and I swear I feel it in my core. “Oh we’re going to have some fun.”
And then she literally sweeps me off my feet, carrying me into the bedroom with ease.
She sets me down on top of her comforter, and I scoot myself back so I’m leaning into a pillow.
With determination etched into her jaw, Keeley yanks open her drawer and grabs the soft silky bag with my rabbit, along with a small bottle of lube.
Something about my toy being in her nightstand undoes me. I grin up at her, feeling a little possessive and a lot turned on.
“Strip for me?” she asks.
“Uh, yeah, I can do that,” I say, desire making my mouth go dry. Without delay, I yank off my shorts and sweatshirt, and all my underthings, leaving me fully bare on the duvet while Keeley remains clothed.
“That’s my girl,” she says, and if I weren’t already swooning, those words would make me a goner. Because I am.
Hers.
No one’s ever had me, not like this. The idea of giving myself to someone used to terrify me. But with Keeley, I’m not afraid of giving myself to her. It just feels right even when the rest of my world is spinning out of control.
Keeley takes out the vibrator, analyzes it, then looks back at me. “Is this okay?”
Sighing, I practically writhe at the idea. I’ll let her take me apart now and tell her my feelings later. “It’s perfect.”
“And what do you want me to do with it?” She powers it on the lowest setting, pressing it against the inside of my thigh. It’s so close and yet so far, I want to cry out in protest. My eyes fall closed as she drags the toy closer to where I want it, desire burning through my veins.
“Fuck me with it,” I gasp. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely, I guess I can do that.” Her words are equal parts seductive and tender, and I want to bask in them almost as much as I want her to just get on with it.
And without any further delay, she uncaps the lube and coats the top of the vibrator with it, then presses the toy between my legs. Even at the lowest setting, it’s almost too much, the rumbling buzz against my clit, and my back arches as I let my body relax into the sensation.
“God, just look at you. You’re gorgeous when you’re needy like this,” she murmurs. I moan as she drags the vibrator down my core, so careful not to give me too much too soon. For a few delicious minutes, she slowly rubs the toy up and down, working me up before she slides it inside.
My breath hitches as the width of the toy fills me, the external stimulator pressing at just the right spot as Keeley gives me the whole thing. My back arches in desperation.
“There you go, take it like a good girl,” Keeley says, and if I weren’t already so needy, those words would totally undo me.
“I’m not going to last long,” I admit, as she draws the toy out and penetrates me again. It’s too good like this, trusting Keeley with my pleasure entirely, knowing she’ll take care of me.
“Good. I want to make you come.”
I blink up at her. “Kiss me?” I ask.
Grinning, Keeley leans down and presses her mouth to mine. The kiss is messy, desperate, and Keeley doesn’t stop in her relentless pursuit of my pleasure, multitasking efficiently.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” she murmurs against my mouth. “I only ever want to do this, right here, forever.”
My lust-addled mind takes that declaration at face value, even though the tiniest part of me knows this is just horny talk and it can’t be trusted. But I want to believe her. I don’t want to care what the world thinks. I just want this.
The combination of the emotion and the kiss and the perfect vibrations in my core make me fall in earnest, the orgasm sparking through my body with all the force of a lightning strike.
My hands grasp at Keeley, the sheets, my own thighs, anything to hold on to as the current builds and takes me higher.
Tears stream out of my eyes as I’m crying out her name.
I’ve never come this hard, and when I peak, I think I might just combust.
And then I collapse, boneless, my limbs tingling as Keeley withdraws the vibrator and sets it on a towel near the side of the bed. She pulls me into her arms, and as much as I want to take care of her too, I can barely move.
“God, that was incredible,” I say.
“You’re incredible,” she says, pressing a kiss to my hair. “I don’t ever want this to end.”
“I don’t either,” I say. But when we eventually separate and get back to preparing dinner, I wonder if this time tucked away in her apartment has an expiration date. I can’t hide forever.
What happens when I stop?