First Crush, My Forever

Chapter 119

  Taytum reaches into the nightstand and pulls out the vibrator and some lube. It looks bigger than I remember and my breath catches a little. It's thicker than I remember and the thought alone makes me clench with heat. She sees it. She leans in and kisses me, slow and sweet.

  "I'll go slow," she whispers.

  She switches it on, the low buzz filling the room. She crouches between my legs and runs it along my slit first, just barely, letting the vibration hum through me. It makes me gasp again.

  "Relax," she says. "I've got you."

  Taytum presses the vibrator to my entrance but doesn't push it in yet. She rubs it against me again, getting it wet, letting me feel the shape, the fullness I'm about to take. The vibration is low and steady and it makes my whole body pulse.

  "Tell me if it's too much," she says.

  She pulls it away and adds lube to the vibrator, just to be sure.

  When she eases it in slowly, inch by inch, my whole body lifts. It stretches me a little more than I expect but in the best way.

  "Taytum," I moan.

  "I know," she whispers. "I know, baby. I've got you."

  Slowly at first, she moves it in and out with steady control, watching my face the whole time. The vibration hums inside me and my legs shake. She watches me the whole time, focused, steady, like nothing in the world matters except how I'm reacting to her.

  When she finally pushes it deeper and picks up the rhythm, I grip the sheets. My breaths are sharp. My hips lift on their own.

  "Feels so full," I gasp.

  "You look so good taking it," she says. Her voice drops low, warm, almost reverent.

  She moves it a little faster now, deeper, keeping the pressure steady. Heat builds quick and sharp, low in my belly. The sound of the vibrator mixes with my breathing and the wet slide of it moving in and out of me. I'm shaking again. My thighs try to close but she holds them open with gentle hands.

  The vibration makes each movement sharper. Deeper. My hips start rocking without me trying. Heat climbs up my spine quickly, faster than before, and she notices immediately. Every thrust finds that sweet spot she knows too well.

  Her free hand moves to my stomach, holding me steady so she can fuck me with the toy slow and deep. I can barely think as I feel the pressure build.

  "You're close," she murmurs.

  "Yeah," I breathe. "Don't stop. Don't stop."

  She doesn't. She pushes it harder, deeper, the vibrations hitting right where I need them. "Taytum... I'm not gonna last."

  "Baby," she says softly, "you don't have to. Let go."

  The orgasm crashes through me fast, harder than the first time. My back lifts off the bed and I cry out, my whole body tightening around the toy. She keeps it moving until I can't breathe, until the pleasure breaks into aftershocks that make me whimper.

  When I finally fall back into the pillows, my legs won't stop shaking.

  Taytum slowly eases the vibrator out and sets it aside. Then she slides down between my legs again.

  "Tay..." I start, but I can't even finish.

  "I've got to taste you again," she says.

  Her tongue slides through the mess she made and I swear the world tilts as the feeling hits so deep I tremble again. She licks me slowly, savoring everything, cleaning me up but also building me back up. Her mouth is soft but greedy and the mix of overstimulation and pleasure has me grabbing her hair without thinking.