“Wait.” I laughed. “Or else I’m going to be too far gone to use any of this on you.”
Was this how Neil felt, waiting to torment me with all his little plans? I grinned to myself at the thought. He had more patience than I ever gave him credit for.
“Good point.” Gena ran a hand through her copper hair. “Okay, how does this thing work?”
I slid the attachment onto the Sybian—I’d picked the medium-sized one—and squirted some lube into my hand, slicking it over the plastic.
“I’m not even sure I’ll need that,” Gena quipped.
“Wetter is better.” That was Neil’s silly rhyming mantra when it came to any of these machines. To illustrate my point, I poured more into my hand. As she stepped out of her panties, I reached between her legs and smeared the liquid over her, wetting her copper curls and working it between her labia. I dipped one finger inside her; she was right, she probably didn’t need all of that extra help.
“Oh, fuck, Sophie,” she breathed, closing her eyes.
I leaned in so my mouth could tickle her ear as I said, “God, I hope you’re going to. But, first, get your ass up there.”
Wow. I sounded like Neil.
I gave her my hand to steady herself as she stepped onto the platform. She lowered herself over the Sybian, a knee on each side, raising up a little to slip the tip of the dildo over her clit a few times. Then, she pushed back and seated herself on fully, releasing a long exhale.
“Okay, so…” I said, reaching for the controls. “This does two things. Want me to show you?”
“Mmhm,” she affirmed through tightly pressed lips.
“This is the rotation.” I turned the dial up, bringing the dildo to life inside her. She slapped her hand on the machine between her legs. I moved to the other dial. “And this is the vibration.”
“Oh!” She lifted up as the Sybian roared to life between her legs. “That is powerful!”
“That’s actually pretty low.” I offered the controls. “Do you want to be in charge?”
She settled back down with a sigh. “No. You do it. Show me how you like it.”
“Well, I like to be teased,” I warned her. “I like to be denied a little before I get my reward.”
“That sounds fine to me,” she purred.
“And then, I like it to be…relentless.”
She arched a brow in a question or a dare, I couldn’t tell which.
“Okay.” I sighed to let her know that she’d gotten herself into trouble. “You asked for it.”
I left the machine running, then walked around the platform. “Can I cuff your ankles?”
“Ooh. Sure,” she agreed eagerly.
“Stoplight system,” I told her. Then, in case she didn’t know what I meant, “Say ‘red’ if you want me to stop, ‘yellow’ if we need to make an adjustment or something before we go on, or you want to do something else. Do you get it?”
“Yeah, I’ve done that before,” she said. Her voice was becoming a little tight. I kept an eye on her, hoping I could tell when she was about to come. I buckled her ankles in and tested to make sure they weren’t too tight. Then, I climbed onto the platform and took up the controls, kneeling behind her.
“What are you doing?” she asked with a playful giggle, and I answered her by slipping my arms around her waist, then up to cup her breasts from behind. I rolled her nipples between my fingers, pressing my body close against her back. I ached for some relief myself, but I was used to denial. I could probably get off just listening to her breathing speed up, her moans of leisurely pleasure as the machine churched away beneath her.
I kissed her in the curve between her neck and shoulder, then buried my face there, drawing circles around her nipples with lazy swoops of my fingers. “You’re going to let me know when you’re ready to come, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” she groaned. “Let me guess, that’s the denial. You’re not going to let me.”
“You got it.” I reached for the controls and turned up the rotation of the dildo inside of her. It put exquisite pressure on my g-spot when I used it, and she seemed to like it as much as I did, her hips jerking suddenly.
“Faster,” she said, and I made an admonishing noise.