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She smiled up at me so bright, so eager to oblige that I felt my cock stiffen and I forced myself to calm down.
She reached inside her shirt and placed the egg inside her cleavage and I watched her expression change as it continued to vibrate there. Her smile grew even wider as her thighs tightened around my waist and I leaned down, kissing her neck, her jaw, her lips.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Different…” she said, her voice throaty. I nodded my head, leaning backward on my feet, balancing the backs of her thighs on the fronts of mine. I kneaded her thighs, cupping her bottom.
“Good different or bad different?”
“Good…” she said, biting her lip.
Shit.
I had learnt over the years that this was not only something that she did when she was nervous, but also something that she did when she was trying to focus.
“I see that you’re reading Tolkien,” I said. “How’s that working out for you?”
“Slow starter,” she said. “But I am determined to finish it.”
“I thought so,” I said. I squeezed her bottom and she squirmed. “And then what will you read?”
“Depends –” she groaned. “On my mood at the end…”
“Hmmm…”
I let out my hand and she gave me the egg with a shaky hand. It was perfectly warm.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” I told her. “I won’t put this inside you. Only you will, by your own hand, if you want to.”
She nodded her head. “Okay…”
“You ready?”
“Y-yes…”
I nodded my head.
I reached between us, tugging on the crotch of her underwear.
She whimpered, keeping her eyes on me.
She was wet and the cotton was soaked through and I could almost smell her scent in the air.
I was immensely satisfied.
A string of filthy words rushed through my mind but I bit my tongue, not wanting to frighten her with my thoughts.
I pressed the egg right up against her clit and kept my hand there, applying a little bit of pressure. It began to vibrate and she cried out.
I leaned down over her, pressing my forehead to hers.
“Easy… Just breathe…” I whispered.
Her breathing was heavy, her skin ablaze.
She arched her spine as the rhythm intensified. She was so lost in what she was feeling that I was sure that she didn’t even realize that she had all but taken my weight as the sensations flowed through her.
She was trying to breathe; trying to take control of her own body as the pressure and the pleasure began to build inside her. I could see it on her face, the expressions shifting across it – pain, joy, nothing, pleasure, wonder.
“Look at me… Come on… Open your eyes…”
She was trembling, lowering her body slowly to the bed as her eyes fluttered open, dazed, her pupils dilated, so big that her eyes were almost black in her face.
I moved the egg back and forth over her sex, swirling all that vibrating energy over her clit.
She cussed through gritted teeth.
“I love you, you know that?” I asked rhetorically.
“I love you… I love you, I love you, I –”
The words died in her throat, her mouth hanging open on the suspended words.
I think I felt it before she did.
Her toes curled into my calves and her thighs began to tremble. She began to grind against my hand and I had to focus on keeping my grip on the egg.
Her eyes rolled back into her head and again she arched her spine. I slid my arm under her spine and pulled her up against me and she wrapped her arms around me, clinging to me as the orgasm tore through her like a violent storm.
She cried out, throwing her head back and I groaned as her hair all but whipped my arm, making me feel like I’d been lashed by a cat o’ nine tails.
Her thighs went completely rigid.
I pulled her even closer, removing the egg gently.
She trembled in my arms, her fingers digging into my flesh.
She breathed deeply against me, her thighs going lax.
I was taken in complete fascination as I gazed at the silver egg, moist and glistening from the juices of her core, damn near dripping from my fingers like clear honey. I fisted the thing, closing my eyes as I breathed with her, calming us both down.
She started to shiver and I felt the hairs rise on her back.
I lay her down on the bed again, setting her head down on the pillow, watching her as she began to fade into the blissful darkness behind her lids, sated and riding the gentle drop from her pleasure.
I pulled off my pants and my shirt and crawled into the bed behind her. Her body was still slicked with sweat, her shirt stuck damp to her body. I wrapped my arms around her and she snuggled up against me, mumbling something incoherently in her sleep.
I pulled the covers over both of us, burying my face in her hair, inhaling the coconut in her hair product.
No.
I didn’t want to live without her.
I never wanted to know what that was like.
The black diamonds on her wrist twinkled at me and I wondered if she knew what my intentions were. It had been a promise to her – a promise to be hers and only hers, in whatever way that she needed me to be.
What she didn’t know was that the bracelet had been based off another piece – a ring.
I had seen the ring and designed the bracelet off of it and then I had purchased both pieces.
I was waiting for the right time.
Every time that I was with her was the right time.
But then, she had her studies to focus on. I didn’t want to distract her from all her hard work. She had sacrificed so much to get to where she was right now and she was on the home stretch.
I would wait as long as it took.
She pulled my arm right up against her chest as she slept and my heart began to swell with an emotion that I had grown fond of feeling; a feeling that came over me every time that I had anything to do with her.
My love for her was the last thing I thought about before I fell into a deep sleep.

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