My dick throbs at the quiet demand in her tone, but I don’t get to my feet. I spin on the bed, drop my towel to the ground, and then crawl over the mattress to her. Bryn’s breath hitches, her tongue sliding across her lips as she watches with her back still turned. Her eyes drop between my legs, seeing my straining erection, my need for her, a smile forming on her lips.
When I reach the side of the bed, she slowly turns around to show me what she’s holding, and my heart stops.
Full-on fucking stops.
The box.
Her box.
Her box full of toys.
“I promised it would be worth it if you left,” she says, laying it at my knees.
The box is black, with silver casing around the edges and corners. And inside this box are all toys she’s fucked herself with. That she’s taught herself how to deep throat with.
My hand grips my cock, unable to help it. He’s throbbing a steady rhythm as my blood pounds through my veins.
“B,” I groan out her name, squeezing my cock before I slide my hand along my length, needing some kind of friction. Just once. For now.
She clicks the two latches, popping the seal, and I stop breathing when she slowly opens the top, revealing soft purple velvet lining and all her sexy items.
My eyes don’t know what to feast on first. The purple veiny dildo that has a decent length and sizable girth. The bright pink vibrator with a slight curve. The skinny long black handle that ends in a pad perfect for a clit. The white magic wand or the rose-colored flower.
“Do you,” I pause, clearing my throat, because goddamn there’s something stuck in it. My hand drags up the length of my cock again, almost involuntarily. It’s painfully hard. “Do you use everything in here?”
“Mostly.”
She reaches in, rummages around to move a couple of toys aside, and sets them on the lid so I can look through her toys further.
More dildos. Smaller than the purple one. Maybe ones she started to train herself on.
That seals it. I’m the luckiest motherfucker on the face of the earth.
When my eyes land on something else, the breath expels frommy lungs in a sharp whoosh. I don’t know how I didn’t see it to begin with because it’s right there. Maybe because it blends in with the interior of the box.
A brilliant, beautiful butt plug with a gorgeous purple gem at the base.
“Mmm,” she hums, the sound happy and soaked in desire. “You found it.”
My eyes flick up, and heaven help me, hers are so hooded and glazed, she looks to be on the brink of an orgasm just watching me take everything in. But especially this.
It hits me then. The reason she wanted to be alone in the bathroom. She was getting herself ready for me to find her plug.
“You want this?” I ask, reaching into the box to take it out.
In response, her back arches, breasts pushing towards me, nipples hard and peaked. She nods.
“With words, baby,” I command.
“Yes, Wyatt. Please.”
The words are breathy, enough to make a lesser man come undone. Fuck, if she hadn’t finished me twice tonight, I may have lost it myself.
Getting off the bed, I set the toy down, grasping her hips to pull her into me. Her stomach traps my cock between us, and I groan at the sensation, dropping my head until my lips find hers in a sweet, scorching kiss that claims every bit of her mouth with every bit of tender passion and rapture I possess.
She melts into me, a hand sliding down my torso, over my hip, until she takes my cock in her hand, sliding her soft, warm palm and fingers along it. I groan into the kiss, fingers digging into her hip, my other hand dipping lower to find her center.
Soaked. Slipping a finger between her pussy lips, she’s drenched from clit to hole, completely ready for what’s about tocome.
