Page 69 of The Big Oh
That said, she still hadn’t managed to get herself off. All her orgasms so far had been attributed to Des and his toys. And his fingers. And occasionally his mouth.
Mostly just because she didn’t really feel the need to masturbate when she had him around. Why would she? He was more than happy to take credit for her climax.
She settled back against the arm of the couch once more and unbuttoned her jeans. Then she lowered the zipper, watching Des carefully for a reaction. He continued adding toppings to his side of the pizza. Cami lifted her hips off the couch to shove her pants and underwear down to her knees and let her legs fall open as far as they could, the sensitive skin of her pussy immediately tingling at the contact with the cool living room air.
Des had stopped tapping. He turned toward her, the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement, and tracked her fingers with his eyes as they floated down to cup herself. He stared for three long beats as she grew comfortable with him watching, and then turned back to his phone, tapped once, and laid it aside. “The pizza will be here in 35 to 40 minutes.”
“Plenty of time, then.”
“For what?” he asked pointedly. He finally turned his attention to her completely, grey eyes turning dark with arousal as they slid down between her legs. As her fingers fell over the dampening folds of her pussy, Des licked his lips.
She didn’t bother answering him. Instead, she let his observation roll through her like a warm spotlight, heating her from the soul. “You’re only allowed to watch.”
His eyebrow quirked and she grew wetter. “Whatever you say,” he agreed, folding his fingers against his palms, as though leaving them free would be too much temptation to bear.
Cami got to work.
She hadn’t masturbated properly since... well, since pre-Des. Like it was a different era of her life. Before and After Des. Before and After Orgasms. She’d played with herself while they were intimate, had even pushed herself over that orgasmic cliff while Des was inside her, or licking her, devouring her. But she hadn’t tried it all on her own. Des-free. Maybe she’d been worried what it would mean, if she failed. If Des knew her own body in a way she never could.
But with him watching her, his love dancing in his gorgeous, asymmetrical irises, it felt so easy. So attainable. Like his support was an aphrodisiac in itself, and all she needed was his presence to bring herself to orgasm.
To her surprise, she didn’t even need to work very hard. Over her months with Des, she’d become intimately familiar with what did and didn’t work for her. She massaged around her clit while her other hand dropped lower, the pad of her middle finger skirting around her entrance, where she was wet and open and wanting. She caught the flash of need in Des’s eyes just as her own eyes fluttered closed.
She worked herself to the brink of orgasm in minutes, faster than she’d ever managed before. But she’d made it this far on her own. It was always that final stretch that she faltered, lost her way to the finish line.
Anxiety started to creep up through her veins, but she breathed and pushed it back, focusing on the luxurious summer heat of Des’s eyes on her. She relaxed into it, became distantly aware of Des shifting, murmuring low something about how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. And as she plunged her fingers into herself, the first sparks of orgasm exploded on the backs of her eyelids.
It rocked through her. Her wrists moved in frantic, jerky motions, trying to prolong the delicious sensations that had her arcing up off the sofa. When the clenching of her muscles eased, and she was left loose and sated, she rested her hands on her stomach and opened her eyes to find Des gazing at her with a heartwarming combination of admiration and unabated lust.
“Good?” he asked. She nodded sleepily, and he climbed up onto his knees so he could settle in on top of her. Then he brushed a kiss over the bridge of her nose. “You’re amazing, you know. Your determination blows me away.”
She snorted. “My determination to come?”
He made a noise of agreement, nuzzling down her jaw to burrow into the curve of her throat. His scruff tickled her neck and she pulled him in closer. “And now you know you don’t actually need me and my bag of tricks to pull it off.”
“You’re right.” Cami wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly to her, and turned to press a kiss to the hinge of his jaw. She smiled into his skin. “I don’t need you to get me off. But it’s still more fun when you help.”
