She wanted it!

Carol couldn’t think straight. She’d been taken to the edge of ecstasy three times and she was **** for release. She would have said anything if it meant she could cum. But deep down she knew it’s a big deal and she needed to be sure.

“Well,” Geraldine pressed her. “What's going to be?”

It’s not her voice, but Carol heard herself say, “Yes, I want it, I need it. Please. Now.”

“Good girl,” she heard from Geraldine and then a buzz. Geraldine had a new tool in her hand. There was a low rumble as she teased Carol with its vibration lifting it up then placing it back lightly. So much more tantalizing than the dildo. How could there be more Carol thought.

Still teasing Geraldine rested the vibe lightly on Carol’s clit. She raised it and placed it down a few more times. It was excruciating. Too much and not enough all at the same time. Again Carol felt Geraldine’s mouth on hers as she kissed her roughly. She sensed Geraldine was getting into this more and more.

“Please,” Carol begged. The intensity was multiplied by the blindfold the clamp and the plug. She had become all about the sensation.

She felt the vibe press down, no longer teasing now, pressed hard against her clit. It was way more than she expected, quickly sending her into a different dimension. She had used a vibrator before but nothing like this. She no longer had control of her body. She was shaking, on the edge of orgasm, teased to the point where it was an effort to cum, but not yet able to, feeling that it was getting beyond her. She was getting frustrated and anxious she might not cum. But then the vibe went up a gear as Geraldine turned it to max and Carol was bucking and writhing, moaning and yelling as she lost total control, feeling juices shoot out of her with a rush as she came and kept cumming. She was gasping and moaning but Geraldine held her down, the vibe still pressed against her, pleasuring and tormenting her. More than she could take but something she didn’t want to stop. She came again, then again in quick succession. What the fuck she thought, I thought that was a porn myth. She bit back onto Geraldine’s lip letting out a shriek and moaned.

“Fuck yes,” is all she could say.

She felt the vibe taken away and her body curled into Geraldine’s body wrapping herself over and against her. She was covered in sweat and was sticking to the redhead and could feel she was lying in a pool of juices. She felt safe and connected. What had happened was all good and she just needed to rest a bit.