“Are your toys also pink?” Max asked.
A shocked laugh escaped Stella.
“Um, yes, most of them are,” she said. “I forgot I told you about those.”
“I couldn’t forget even if I tried,” he said. “And I haven’t tried.”
He was towering over her, his gaze intently focused on her, and Stella wasn’t sure what to do. Rise to meet him or let him come down to her? Max ended up making the decision for her by getting down on his knees so he was eye level with her.
“Can I see them?”
“My toys?”
Max nodded, and Stella considered it briefly.
“They’re in my night table,” she said. “Top drawer.”
Max needed no further instruction and grabbed them from her drawer, setting them out on the bed between them. Stella only had three, which in comparison to Chelsea’s collection wasn’t a lot, but it somehow felt that way seeing them set out like that.
There was her trusty rabbit, her rose, and that wand Cardi B used in one of her music videos. That one was the most expensive, but Stella had to admit that it was worth every penny.
Max scanned each one and then looked at Stella.
“You’re right, I am bigger than these.”
Stella rolled her eyes and shoved him, although of course he barely budged at the contact and instead grabbed her hand, kissing her palm in that way that always sent tingles down her spine.
“I want to see you use one of these,” Max said.
“Right now?”
“Yes, if you’d like to,” Max said. “I want to see how you come when I’m not around.”
The simple request made Stella’s legs tighten with anticipation, and without letting herself overthink it, she stood and pulled her sweater over her head and unclasped her bra. She reached for her jeans, but Max moved closer, unbuttoning them for her and helping her slide out of them along with her panties. In record time, she was standing completely bare in front of him.
Even though he’d already seen her fully naked multiple times by now, she still felt nervous as he took her in. But whenhe leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her stomach, her hip bones, her thighs, and the hair at her center, Stella didn’t feel self-conscious. She felt desired. She felt wanted. She felt…loved.
She dismissed the thought as Max stood, kissing her as he turned her around so the backs of her thighs hit the edge of the mattress. He gently guided her down and pulled away, and Stella whimpered at the loss of his touch.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said, pressing another kiss to her lips. “Which one do you want?”
Stella pointed at the wand. “That one.”
Max handed it to her and put the other toys back in the drawer before returning to the bed, sitting on the edge beside her. Stella moved up so she could lie on her pillows in a more upright position that felt more comfortable.
It was strange. Even when she masturbated alone, she was never fully naked. Most of the time she went for the Winnie-the-Pooh style: a big T-shirt and no bottoms. For some reason, even if she was alone in the apartment, Stella couldn’t allow herself to fully undress like that unless it was out of necessity when she was getting showered or dressed. Perhaps it was lingering shame from when she used to have to go to church every Sunday, or maybe she had never gotten comfortable with seeing her body fully bare.
Whatever it was, she didn’t feel that way now. With Max’s eyes still solely trained on her, Stella felt powerful and no longer needed instruction.
She reached a hand up to her breast, letting her fingers slide across one nipple and then the other, circling each until they became hard under her touch. Max said nothing, but shewatched him as he watched her hand move down her body and between her legs.
Stella slipped two fingers between her folds, and her back arched when she felt the wetness already there. She rubbed herself just a little before taking those same fingers and putting them to her mouth, tasting herself. Max’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move, only staring as she sucked her fingers clean.
She then picked up the wand and pressed the head between her folds, turning it on as she moved it up and down, teasing herself. Stella usually tried to stretch out the whole experience. She typically could only orgasm once a day, so she wanted to savor it, making it last as long as she could. But tonight, she wasn’t alone, and this was only the beginning. An appetizer to the main course that was Max.
So she skipped past the second setting on her vibrator and went straight to the third. The one that always sent her right over the edge. Pressing it on her clit, Stella’s eyes shuttered closed as she cried out. Her breathing became quick and shallow as her hips lifted to rub against the vibrator until her orgasm shot through her.
“Oh, fuck, oh my God” was all Stella could say, and then Max was there, his mouth pressed against hers and swallowing the sounds of her orgasm. He hovered over her as she kept the toy pressed right on that sweet spot and rode out her orgasm.
