It was well past three a.m., hours beyond when she and Cayl had arrived at her house and she’d gotten him settled in the room next door. That was part of the problem. He was right there. She stared at the wall. Just a few feet away. Hot strong muscles and lips that seemed to love to lavish attention on her nipples. The peaks of her breasts tightened at the memory—Cayl’s lips and tongue, his moaned pleasure as he sucked. She growled and spun around, stomping off the other direction. This wasn’t helping. Nothing helped. Not the shower, not trying to make herself come. She’d never been good at that. Always felt silly with her own fingers. She wanted someone else’s fingers. She’d considered pulling out one of her toys but they all made noise and she so didn’t want to explain that to Cayl when he decided to investigate. He’d probably find it fascinating and want to watch. A hot flush ran through her body as the image filled her brain—her, spread out on her bed, the pretty pink Pixie vibe sliding across her clit.
