Chapter 46 Orgasm
Chapter 46 Orgasm
Shenell's POV
Soon, gentle, involuntary moans started to escape my lips.
It was soft and tender at first, almost hesitant, like I was still testing the waters of my own desire.
How could I be this crazy?!
Satisfying My sexual needs by my own self in someone else's house?
That's really insane!
But I'm not ready or willing to stop yet…not until I got to that peak.
My fingers continued to move slowly, tracing delicate circles round my clit, like I was learning the rhythm of my breathing as it began to change.
A quiet warmth slowly bloomed beneath my touch as I continued to run my fingers carefully over my clit, over and over again. It was subtle but growing, spreading through me in gentle waves.
But everything sio changes the moment I pressed onto myself a little firmer, letting my fingertips glide with more intention, the sensation immediately sharpened.
It deepened at once and it felt like I'd a vibrator on.
The softness I was feeling before suddenly transformed into something richer, sweeter, pulling a shaky breath from my lips.
My movements became less careful, more desperate—maybe even too brutal and rough for my sensitive flesh.
The warmth swelled inside me, building higher and higher, twisting and spiraling like a tornado.
Each stroke sent a tremor through my body, and I felt myself sinking into it, surrendering to the rising tide of feeling. I knew I should stop, should slow down, but the intensity held me captive. I couldn’t bring myself to pull away.
“Oh heaven!” I didn't even know when the words left my lips.
I immediately let go of my breasts and clutched the sheets beneath me, my entire body shaking without control.
Of course, I couldn't control it.
The pleasure rolled over me in waves, each one hotter and faster than the last. My heart pounded, my chest rose and fell like crazy, and for a moment, I forgot everything except the fire burning through me.
At first, it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before… like this was my very first time reaching this height.
But then, as my body arched instinctively, a wave of heat tore through me, spreading from the tips of my fingers all the way down to my toes…it suddenly started to feel familiar.
Then it hit me like an unexpected wave—it was the day I first met Vincent at the bar…this was similar to how I felt after that crazy right sex on the table.
My heart raced even faster, and my breath started to come in shallow, uneven bursts, and for a moment, I felt completely lost to it.
It was an orgasm unlike anything I had felt in my life, wild and overwhelming, yet… I knew it could never compare to the way Vincent usually made me feel—the way he touches me, the way he makes me melt, the way he owns me completely. But right now, in this moment, it was mine, and I let it take over
I let go completely, and it hit me all at once—an explosion of warmth—a rush I had never felt before… at least not from touching and satisfying myself.
My body jerked, my legs tensed, and I screamed a little into the sheets.
It was wild, overwhelming, and all-consuming.
Even as it faded, I couldn’t stop my chest and body from trembling.
My thoughts were still spinning with the memory of it all. I couldn’t believe that just the thought of Vincent touching me could make me come this hard.
Unbelievable!
It was insane, overwhelming, and I knew deep down that it could have been way intense than this if only Vincent was here with—he always made it feel deeper, firmer, like I was losing myself completely to him—but for now, it's just me, so I needed this… no matter how fake it felt.