“How do you know it will be good? Have you ever tried it yourself?”
A pause. She’d got him there. “No, but I’ve used it on another. And she liked it.”
“Parbots don’t count,” she said, gasping when he turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her swollen clit.
“She was not a parbot.”
The vibrator slid over her clitoris, providing abundant stimulation, getting slick with her own juices. This was enough. She didn’t need that inserted in her arse. If she could just... She rolled her hips, trying to assuage the need in her core. He slipped in farther, and she moaned, but then he once again held her hips in place, moving away from her and removing the stimulation of the vibrator.
“You disobedient wench. I said don’t move.”
“Damn you!” she exclaimed in frustration.
The maddening man only chuckled. “So, what’s it going to be?” he asked, sliding the toy over her clit again.
At this point, she would do anything just to get off. She was that far gone. “Fine. But if I don’t like it—”
“I’ll stop at once.” He bent over her, sheathing himself in her to the hilt, covering her body with his, bracketing his arms on each side of her supine body. His mouth roved over her ear, eliciting goosebumps all over her skin, even before his words melted her heart. “Don’t you know that all I want is to pleasure you? To love you?”
If she hadn’t been in love with this man, she would have fallen at that moment. The mixture of tenderness and hardness. Possessiveness and vulnerability were her undoing. They may not be perfect. Their relationship might not be perfect. But he was her perfect mate.
He started moving then. In her, over her, his hands touching her with tender expertise, eliciting pleasure from her willing flesh. All thoughts flew from her head as her awareness narrowed on the magic of his finger circling her clit while his hips pumped in a steady, long rhythm.
She had been halfway to her orgasm before, but now he took her the rest of the way, like a sail being propelled by a strong, steady wind. She was racing, flying, exploding in shuddering bursts of sparkling pleasure. Her internal muscles clenched around his girth as she groaned into the bed, the sound drowned by the thunder and rain still falling outside. She was boneless, floating...
“Ready for more?” His dark voice whispered in her ear, and every nerve ending perked up. His to command.
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Good girl. You came so good around my cock. I think you deserve more.”
“More?”
“Oh, yes. You got lube?”
“In the drawer.”
A moment later, a thin stream of cool lube was drizzled on her ass. He poured liberally and massaged it into her crevice. Was it wrong that a tingle of excitement ran down her spine at his intimate caress?
“Are you ready?” His voice, dark as sin, tingled down her spine.
She could only whimper in response.
His other hand caressed her still sensitized clit, and he repeated the question. More commanding this time.
“Are you ready, Kalli?”
“Yes!”
Her dildo pressed against her opening, and she whimpered and tensed in response.
“Relax.”
Another caress, another swipe of his oiled finger over her clit. He slid the dildo horizontally up and down the crevice between her butt cheeks, letting her get used to it. The sensation was relaxing and arousing at the same time. Soon her breathing stuttered, and she was panting for more.
The smooth head of her dildo slipped inside. It burned a little, and it felt strange, but his hand continued the delicious stimulation of her clit and the burning sensation passed. Another whimper. She wanted more but wasn’t sure she could take more. She was so full...
“Dariux,” she begged. For what, she didn’t know. But he seemed to know exactly how much to give her, and how to relax her to take more.
