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The thought enters my mind like a whisper of smoke, clouding my judgment, but I’m quick to push it to the side. I consider going down to the gym to see him, but I decide against it, not wanting him to think I miss him… even though I do.
After confirming he isn’t in the apartment, I go to our bedroom, heading straight for the closet. I strip out of my blouse and skirt, tossing them into the laundry basket in the corner. I leave on my matching set of black lace lingerie and retrieve the floral shoebox stashed on the bottom shelf of the far wall of built-in shelves.
Whoever boxed up my belongings in my apartment packed my sex toys for me. I was mortified when I found them in Cash’s room while organizing my things. At least the movers had the good sense to keep my collection together.
I open the lid and dig through the vibrators and dildos until I find my favorite blue rabbit vibrator. It’s been ages since I’ve used it. Aside from the mornings when he goes for a run or works out in the gym, Cash is always home, and I haven’t wanted to chance him walking in on me pleasuring myself.
Tonight is the exception. I’ve been wound up like a spring all day and can’t wait any longer for my next release.
When I go back to the bedroom, my gaze drifts to the bathroom, thinking of Cash stroking his thick cock, precum leaking from the tip. My breathing picks up as I recall when he came, ropes of cum spurting to the shower floor.
My gaze shifts to the door, deciding to keep it open so I can hear if Cash comes home. I already know this is going to be quick.
Vibrator in hand, I crawl to the middle of the bed and lie on my back. I shimmy out of my underwear, tossing them to the floor.
Anticipation crackles in the air as I push the vibrator inside myself, groaning at the welcome intrusion. There’s no need for lubricant since I’m already wet from fantasizing about Cash’s thick cock. The sensation feels incredible, given my heightened state, and a jolt of pleasure shoots through my core when I turn the device on.
A soft hum buzzes through the air, and my hands tremble as I ease the vibrator in and out in uneven strokes. I think of the mind-blowing orgasm Cash gave me with his skilled mouth. The way his tongue licked and sucked, coaxing pleasure from my body as his fingers pressed into the supple flesh of my thighs.
“Oh, Cash,” I moan, remembering how he latched onto my clit as I tumbled into a blissful orgasm.
I push the device deeper, frantically searching for a similar result. The added pressure has me groaning, my muscles taut with the prospect of a climax. I’m startled from my elevated state when I hear movement.
My pulse quickens as I raise my head, my gaze darting to the open doorway where Cash is standing with his hands at his side. His eyes are blazing with lust as he shamelessly peruses my nearly naked body.
How did I not hear him come home?
Despite being comfortable in my own skin, it’s difficult not to feel self-conscious when I’m lying spread eagle on the bed with a vibrator shoved in my pussy while my husband stands a few feet away, looking at me like he’s starving.
I ease the vibrator out of me, pausing when Cash speaks.
“Don’t stop on my account,” he says in a husky voice.
The idea of him watching me climax sends another ripple of ecstasy through my body as the tip of the vibrator continues to pulsate at my entrance.
I surprise even myself when I say, “You can watch from there.”
“Whatever you want, wifey,” Cash says.
God, why do I like that nickname so much.
With one shoulder against the doorway, he folds his arms as though preparing to watch a performance.
I prop myself up on my elbow so I have a better view of him. He’s shirtless and wearing sweats that hang low on his hips. His well-defined muscles and confident stance make him positively mouthwatering.
Before I can overthink my invitation, I take in a deep breath, pushing the humming vibrator back inside my pussy.
Cash doesn’t move as he watches me plunge the device in and out. The bulge in his sweats grows larger when I let out a guttural moan.
“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath as he palms his shaft through his sweats.
My eyes flutter closed as the pleasure intensifies.
“Keep those beautiful eyes open, Ev,” he instructs.
I obey, snapping them open. Part of me longs for him to share this moment with me, and I don’t want to miss a single second of it.
“God, it feels so good,” I murmur.