I'd fantasised about being caught in the act – then it happened.
The silver label of the opened pot of pleasure gel beside the bed was the last thing I saw before my eyes involuntarily fluttered closed. Where I'd usually find a calming blackness, instead there was a swirl of sparks and colour as the vibrations from the wand vibrator I was 'testing' sent breathtakingly pleasurable sensations shooting through my body.
I moved the deliciously rigid head into exactly the right position and was rewarded by the first glimpse of those familiar tendrils of orgasm. Nerve-endings in my clitoris, throat, deep in my pussy and up the length of my spine tingled fiercely and in sync, as if suddenly connected with an electric yet invisible bond.
Giving myself over to the feeling, I kept my eyes closed against distractions, spread my legs a little wider and pushed my head back against the pillow. I was ready for the wand vibrator to push me over the edge of that glorious waterfall, to lose myself in the frothy mist of pure pleasure somewhere beyond time.
"Having fun, kitten?"
With a startled yelp, my eyes flew open and my hands fumbled to find the off button while a voice yelled distantly in my mind to stay cool, calm and collected. The voice was drowned by embarrassment. Cheeks flushing scarlet, my vision finally cleared enough to make Camila out properly. Stood at the end of the bed and, from the smile on her face and the tell-tale bulge in her trousers, enormously enjoying the show.
"I'm, er... I needed to test this out...," I started to explain, breathlessly and completely needlessly.
"Mm-hmm. I think I can help with that."
I didn't so much see Camila reply as simply hear her, as my vision once more lost the fight against my self-consciousness. I did the only thing I was capable of right then; gave myself over to the moment, to her and her desires... and simply trusted.
She pulled me down towards her by my legs, with the wand vibrator still plugged in –although finally, thankfully, off- and getting tangled. With her urging I was flipped over on to my front, and she located the wand, straightening the cord. I felt the still-warm head as Camila climbed up between my legs and placed it against my lubricated, puffy labia, wriggling it snugly against me not only to ensure maximum contact, but no doubt to enjoy my squirms and bitten-off yelps as reminders of the almost-orgasm flooded my body.
BZZZZZZZZZZZZ
I almost leapt off the bed as she switched it on once more, and probably would have if not for her hands on my buttocks pinning me down to the bed. Camila ramped it all the way up to the highest constant vibration, exactly what I need to get off, the wonderful bastard. Soft laughter met my ears, but I had no time for more shame.
Strong fingers of one hand spread my cheeks, revealing my most private entrance to her, and I felt the brief movement of air across that intimate zone before it was snuffed out by cold, thick, gel. The first two fingers of her other hand ably dabbed the cold glob directly on my entrance. Combined with the powerful buzz of the wand vibrator through my vulva and teasing the nerves of my clitoris, my mind melted to a mush of white noise.
Her intentions were clear in hindsight, but in my pleasure-intoxicated state her every move was a thrilling surprise. Through the nipple- and throat-tingling buzz of the wand placed firmly between my legs, I felt the tip of her index finger enter me from behind, the layer of gel lubricant cushioning the journey. Widening me ever so slowly with one finger, she soon worked her way up to another, a shallow probing that stretched me comfortably. As her fingers dared travel deeper, the rest of her hand hit against my sticky pussy entrance, ripping gentle moans from my throat and making it a struggle to stay still enough to not present a challenge.
Then, all of a sudden, I was devastatingly empty. The wand vibrator continued to buzz through my vulva and tingle my clit, but her fingers had departed, leaving my arse coated and outlined with gel and primed for the air's chill.
A soft slap of leather through a loop, her movement behind me and an undone zip. I didn't realise my eyes were open until I saw the shadows change, and I naturally gripped the sheets beneath me tighter in anticipation, remembering to tap into my absolute trust in Camila, breathing through that trust like a diver relies on her oxygen tank.
Her naked heat is like a furnace as she brings her body closer, enveloping my body with her from behind. Both of her hands press against my cheeks once again as she uses her body weight to spread them and allow herself full, unrestricted access. The coldness is gone now, and there's nothing but her, and the heat, and the pleasure coursing through me from the wand and the knowledge it's about to become even greater...
Then we're connected. The warm tip of her erection presses against my puckered, lube-slicked hole, expertly seeking its sheath as her hands remain holding me spread. Thanks to her thoughtful, teasing preparation, the head of her cock slips inside. I feel, rather than hear, her groan above me as she fights against instant self-indulgence and forces herself to take time over her conquest.
With the protection of the thick gel, I can feel every millimetre of her penetration and enjoy it too. A somewhat masochistic enjoyment. Camila's large phallus pushing inside my tightest entrance is never an easy take; it's a learned pleasure. She knows it's hard for me and fucks me so slowly, or perhaps she simply enjoys drawing out the almost-too-tight-to-bear sensation, dragging me so close to the boundary edge and watching my reaction. It's difficult to tell.
The pushing becomes firmer, and deeper, and her grunts become more vocal, competing with my own involuntary outbursts for air space. As so often happens, it's when I know she's close to orgasm that my own is triggered, as if the final piece of my pleasure puzzle during shared intimacy is her complete satisfaction, snuffing out any residual self-consciousness from toy stimulation and overwhelming me.
I have a full body orgasm, no doubt to punish me for teasing with the almost-orgasm earlier, and from the prolonged through-vulva teasing of the wand combined with her anal exploration. It's only her weight on me, impaling me in place with her cock, which keeps me in position; my knuckles white gripping the sheets and eyes squeezed closed as my mouth loudly professes the strength of my climax.
That's what she's been waiting for. With my vision in a spin regardless of whether my eyes are open or closed, and my body not even slightly recovered from my shattering orgasm, she surges forward with renewed strength. Her absolute favourite time to raggedly fuck me is when I'm overly sensitive and worn-out from my own orgasm, and my lack of strength and restricted movement means I'm unable to do anything about the wand vibrator still buzzing wildly between my legs, beating my saturated, surrendered pussy.
Pressing down on my shoulders, hard, she fucks my arse with her full, pulsing length. Unintelligible sounds, grunts and moans combine with growled promises about to become reality. Her orgasm tremors through her body as she gives a low roar, flooding me with her hot, liquid triumph. All I can do is accept her erotic prize with ecstatic, rasping breaths, my body still quivering in its own afterglow.
All too soon, she returns me to a state of lonely emptiness, slipping her spent cock from me, switching off the wand and leaving my sweat-slicked body to the caress of the cool air. I'm unable to move, happily exhausted, completely used, still paddling in the shallow waters of my orgasm.
"Testing going well then?" She asks in a smug voice, as she begins to clean herself up by the bedside.
I'm lost for words. My throat decides to respond with a low, piteous whine, just as her cum begins to escape, slowly sliding down to coat the contours of my pussy.
