“You can,” I whispered. “If you want.” It wasn’t the complete surrender that was needed, and I knew it. I was chickenshit, too scared to say what I really felt. Yes, I want it to be you. Make me dirty, Edward. Love me like you used to.
My heart pounded with anticipation as his heated gaze drifted once more over my face, lingering on my lips before dropping lower to my abdomen. I saw the change in his expression as he remembered what lay hidden behind the towel, underneath the expanding stretch of flesh. The last victory taken in our war, and it had been mine.
He stepped back, cold sweeping in between us like an arctic front. “You’ve already made the purchase. It would be a shame to waste the money.” He glanced at the vibrator still in my hand. “No matter how disappointing the experience might be. Two of my fingers are wider than that, and you’re not usually satisfied until you have at least three.”
There he was, the devil I’d married. In full-blown splendor. Taunting me with what he wouldn’t let me have.
It brought out the devil in me as well. “Size is less important than what’s done with it. This should do just fine.”
“Since you’re so good at knowing what you need, yes, I’m sure it shall.” The words dripped with sarcasm as he turned away from me, removing his jacket as he walked to the closet. As though he were done with me and my “needs.”
“It will,” I said, wanting his attention back, as cruel as it had been.
He hung up his jacket then shifted back to face me. Undoing his tie, he threw me a challenging stare. “What are you waiting for then? Go on.”
“I’m waiting for you to leave.”
“Leave? I’m done with my work. I thought I’d retire early tonight.”
God, he was infuriating. He’d probably only come in the room to get his reading glasses, or some report that he’d left on his nightstand the evening before. The only reason he was staying was to prove I had no real intention of getting myself off.
But I’d bought the damn vibrator, so I did have the intention, even if I hadn’t used it as of yet. And if he wasn’t going to give, I’d take care of myself. “Stay then. You can pretend I’m not here, like you always do. Turn the light off, will you?”
I dropped the towel, and somehow managed to stay standing tall underneath his gaze.
“I’d rather keep it on,” he said, his voice deeper than it had been a moment before. It was barely noticeable, the change in timbre, but it was there, and it bolstered me.
I baited him. “So you can watch?”
“So I can judge.”
The upward curl of his lip got me low in my belly, a tug of desire so strong that any inhibitions about masturbating fell away. Besides, I’d done this before. On our wedding night. I’d played with myself while he watched until he couldn’t stand it anymore and he’d taken over. Then he’d fucked me, and nothing between us was ever the same.
Maybe that would happen again.
“Suit yourself,” I said, laying on the bed, my shoulders propped up by the headboard. I pressed the button on the toy, increasing the power until the buzz was quite loud and strong. It was a steady vibration, the default out of twenty possible settings, and while I would have experimented more with which one I liked if I were alone, I left it as is and shoved the pulsing tip between my legs.
“Oh my God.” I closed my eyes, the sensation against my clit more intense than Edward’s fingers. Which wasn’t necessarily a good thing. It was almost too intense, and if I weren’t trying to prove some point, I would have turned the damn thing down.
But I was trying to prove a point, and beyond that, I had grasped something that I hadn’t been able to get hold of for weeks—my husband’s attention. I was desperate to keep it, even if it meant enduring the brutal buzz against my sensitive nerves.
I lasted all of ten seconds before I had to lift the toy ever so slightly to give myself a break. Fortunately, my knees up like they were, I was pretty sure Edward couldn’t tell. Not that I was even sure he was actually watching since I wasn’t about to look at him. It was enough to imagine that he might be.
I tried the tip against me again and had to immediately jerk it away.
“Too much for you?” Edward’s voice cut through the haze of sensation.
So he was watching.
“Fuck you, it’s perfect.” I tried a new tactic—pressing the head of the toy to the spot next to my clit instead of directly on it. This, I could manage. This sent enough vibration to my hotspot without being overwhelming.
And now I could concentrate on the real source of my gathering pleasure—Edward. His eyes were more effective than a vibrator ever could be. It turned me on to be watched by him. It felt sexy and naughty and almost like cheating. Combined with the steady pulsation of the toy, an orgasm was building, slowly but surely. My back arched up off the bed as I let out a sigh.
“You’re faking.”
“I am not.” I shot him a glare, which was a mistake because then I saw how hard he was, how the crotch of his pants tented with his cock at full mast. He couldn’t be wearing underwear, and hell, that was hot.
I forced myself to look away, but I kept the image in my mind. Imagined more. Imagined him taking his cock out, about fisting it with one strong hand, about him crawling over me and sinking deep, deep...
“Open your knees.”
No way. “Undo your pants.”
“Already undone.”
At that, my head swung back toward him. Sure enough, his pants were undone and his cock was in his hand, just as I’d imagined. There was no looking away from him now. He’d caught my gaze and trapped it.
“Open your knees,” he demanded again.
I wanted to hold on to his eyes too much to deny him. So I opened my knees, showing him everything between them. Which meant I had to move the vibrator to my clit again so that he wouldn’t know I hadn’t been able to handle it.
Of course I jerked almost instantly.
He stepped closer. Closer still, his stare boring like a hot laser onto my pussy. “Turn down the vibration,” he ordered when he was at my side. I clicked it down a notch. “More.” Another notch. “One more.”
I clicked the button again, and it was better now, but I handed the toy toward him anyway. “You could take over.”
“I’m busy.” He reached over to the lotion at my bedside and pumped a dab into his hand, then he spread it over his cock with the downward glide of his palm.
Yes, he was indeed busy.
“You could be busy with me,” I purred, no longer able to restrain myself.
“I am busy with you.” He stroked leisurely up his length. “Put it inside you.”
For a fraction of a second I thought he meant his cock, and my breath hitched with anticipation. But before I could reach out and pull him to me, he nodded to the vibrator still in my hand.
“Oh.” I brought it down to my entrance and worked the head inside the hole. He’d only been somewhat exaggerating when he’d made fun of the small size—it was a fairly innocuous vibrator—but it had been months since I’d had anything inside me at all, and I was tight.
I was also sensitive. The pregnancy alien that had invaded my body had done especially strange things to my lower regions, and the vibration of the toy against my inner walls made my entire pussy tighten and buzz, even with just the tip buried inside.