I lay down, a little apprehensive, I’ll admit. She sat between my legs, the vibrator humming low in her hand, looking at me like a scientist about to run her first experiment ever.
The first touch landed on the inside of my thigh, way too far from where I wanted it. She slid it up slow, from bottom to top, and the vibration spread across my skin, making everything tingle on the way. My leg twitched on its own and she laughed, delighted by the reaction, then did the same thing to the other thigh just to see it happen again. It did. She kept working her way up, testing, stopping, backing off a little, and I was already breathing hard before she even got close.
When she finally pressed it against my outer lips, the vibration went deep, low and heavy, traveling up inside me and making me squeeze my eyes shut. She dragged it slow over one side, then the other, taking her time, and I felt how fucking soaked I already was. The buzz got muffled and wetter as she slid around. Júlia noticed too.
“Fuck, Rafa… you’re so fucking wet.”
She said it laughing, half amazed, still exploring, watching every move I made. She circled there one more time before finally sliding the tip up and pressing it right against my clit.
I let out a loud moan and my hips jerked up off the bed on their own. The vibration there was completely different—direct, intense, nothing between it and what I was feeling. She held it steady and I had to grab the sheets with both hands, legs shaking open on either side of her. When I started moaning louder, she hit the button and cranked up the intensity, curious to see what would happen, and what happened was I almost climbed the fucking wall. Pleasure came in short, fast waves, each one deeper than the last, heat spreading through my stomach, my thighs, everywhere.
She was focused, eyes going from the vibrator to my face and back again, not missing a single detail of what it was doing to me.
“Damn, Rafa. That must feel crazy thick inside, huh? Do me?”
“I will. Come here, lie down.”
She lay back, yanking her panties off, half rushed, half awkward, and there was something experimental about all of it that just made me hotter. I started far away on purpose. Ran the vibrator over her stomach first, slow, then down to her groin, her thighs, letting the buzz spread across her skin without touching where she wanted it. Júlia squirmed right away, her legs spreading wider on their own, and I watched her abs tighten every time I got close and pulled away. She lifted her head to see what I was doing, already breathing hard, then dropped it back on the pillow the second I finally touched the vibrator to her.
The second it made contact she let out a moan that didn’t even sound like her—loud, shocked, almost like she was startled. I slid it slow over one side and the other, and the sound changed immediately, muffled and wet. She was already dripping. The vibrator just glided on its own. She grabbed the sheets with both hands and tried to stay still, that controlled way she always does, but it didn’t last long.
I moved up to her clit and she arched hard, thighs clamping around my hand. That whole trained, controlled body shaking with zero coordination while I watched. I made slow circles, feeling her swell and get firmer under the silicone, and every time I slowed down she pushed her hips after the toy.
Then I dropped lower and pressed the tip right against her entrance. Didn’t push in. Just held it there, nestled against her, barely pressing, while I worked her clit with the fingers of my other hand in firm circles, matching the rhythm her hips were already begging for. She could feel the vibration going deep from underneath without anything actually going inside, and my hand on top giving her no break. Júlia’s eyes flew open and she looked at me, mouth open, and I watched the exact second she lost it.
She came fast, way too fast, staring right at my face. I saw everything: those blue-green eyes going unfocused, forehead creasing, mouth opening with no sound for a full second before the moan tore out—loud, ragged, none of her usual restraint. Her body lifted off the bed, hips grinding hard against my hand, and I felt her clench tight around the tip of the vibrator, pulsing in waves, one after another, each one pulling a new moan out of her. Her thighs shook on either side, hands fisted in the sheets, and even then she tried to close her legs on reflex. I didn’t let her. I kept my fingers on her clit and the moan turned into something close to a scream. She came for what felt like forever, the contractions getting farther apart at the end, her body collapsing back onto the mattress in pieces: first her shoulders, then her hips, finally her legs, open and loose.
And I didn’t pull away. I stayed right there, tip of the vibrator at her entrance, turning it slow, sliding up to her clit and back down, feeling her still pulsing against it as she came down. She was covered in goosebumps, stomach rising and falling fast, but she was already pushing her hips down again, searching, trying to make the vibrator slide inside on its own. I eased back a few millimeters, just enough that she couldn’t.
“Put it in, come on, please.”