Page 17 of 7 Nights of Sin

I flipped the speed of the vibrator up a notch and nearly went rigid as the heat flared through me. I wasn't going to last much longer, not so full and with that delicious buzzing against my clit. All I could do was bite down on my lip and ride it out, hips thrusting up, legs shaking as wave after wave of heat and pleasure washed over me.

I could feel the orgasm building, that low tightness in my gut that was spreading, waiting to catch on something and send me spinning headfirst into it.

My hips moved faster, my hand speeding up to match, and with one final push of that dildo into me, I came undone, biting my lip harder to keep from making too much noise as I came.

My body shook and my legs flared wider, and I humped the dildo and the vibrator as I worked myself through it, ending up in a slumped heap, breathing hard.

Gently I eased the dildo from my soaking wet pussy and then turned the vibrator off, leaving both toys on top of my bedside table to clean in the morning.

I laid there for a few long minutes, catching my breath and coming down, and the slow, sleepy feeling of a good orgasm settled over me.

I was pointedly ignoring the fact that I had definitely been thinking about Kevin as I fell apart because there was no use in opening that can of worms at the moment.

So what? He was the last person I'd had really amazing sex with maybe. Which--considering that had been six years ago--was pretty fucking sad.

But I wasn't poking at it. I wasn't reading into it. I'd seen him lately, and he was good looking, that was all. There was nothing else to it.

Either way, I was too tired to get into an existential crisis on the matter, so I just snuggled deeper under the covers and let myself fall asleep.