I licked my lips, thinking about touching it, having it inside me.

“Nora,” he growled.

My attention moved back upward to where his intense, hungry stare was fastened on me. “If you don’t stop staring at my cock and get that vibrator going, I’m gonna forget about anything and everything but burying my cock inside you.” He sucked in a ragged breath. “And as much as I wanna do that, I want this to happen first.”

I almost abandoned the vibrator and climbed up to him. The severity of his features, the low and strained tone to his voice told me that he would not fight me on it. Even a little bit. We both wanted him to be inside of me. To the point of insanity.

Sexual tension raced between us like charged particles in an electric force field. But there was another kind of erotic charge there too. Getting ourselves off, in front of each other.

So, I pressed the button on the vibrator, barely hearing the hum over my roaring heartbeat.

I cried out when it hit my clit, at the same time that Rowan started pumping his cock. My eyes followed every stroke. Well, they did until Rowan spoke.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice rough, thick, almost animalistic. “Give me your fuckin’ eyes, Nora.”

My gaze instantly heeded his command, looking upward. My body spasmed as I met his eyes, the pure, feral hunger magnifying the already maddening pleasure my body was experiencing.

My back arched against the bed, my toes digging into the comforter. I felt the telltale buildup of an orgasm as my body coiled, readying to explode. But this was not the same as when I used this alone. And when I used this alone, it was pretty damn good. This vibrator was the best on the market, in mine and thousands of reviewers’ opinion. It had a soft suction head that one had to feel to understand.

I had yet to meet a man able to replicate even a quarter of the pleasure I experienced from this machine.

Until now.

I knew my body well. Thought I’d explored the pleasure that I could experience with this vibrator. But I hadn’t. Hadn’t even scratched the surface.

Rowan wasn’t even touching me. Rowan was standing above me, watching me, touching himself, and he was giving me the most erotic experience of my life.

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous,” he ground out, still working himself.

That was when I exploded, my body releasing all its tension, all the pleasure pent up inside of me. Maybe I cried out. Maybe I made some kind of sound. I couldn’t be sure. My body was my own, and it was Rowan’s, his eyes never leaving mine as my orgasms rushed over me, blending into each other.

Then he growled, and I felt him, releasing onto the naked skin of my stomach. My body let go again with the carnal, primal act of having him doing this to me. Doing this on me.