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She couldn’t meet his eyes, though she nodded.
Not good enough.
He undressed the rest of the way, cleared the bed of clothes, and extracted a condom from the box. The bullet vibrator from the drugstore was enclosed in so much packaging, he despaired of ever freeing it from its prison.
Allie took it from his hand and tore it open with her teeth. The attachments scattered over her bare chest, the batteries rolling off her to fall on the bed. Winston found and installed them as she stroked her hand up and down his thigh.
“Have you used one of these?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Show me.”
He handed it to her, and she twisted it to turn it on.
“Let me see the bells and whistles.”
The vibrator was the size of a lipstick, with a rounded tip. The attachments fit over top of it, one bulbous and black, another like the head of a penis, but smaller, and bright pink. A third had nodules all over it. He had no idea what any of them were for.
Allie fit the small penislike attachment over the vibrator, spread her legs, and inserted it inside herself. She laid the shaft along her sex and hissed out a breath. “Dang.”
“Strong?”
“It might burn my clit off.”
“Is that bad?”
She smiled. “Probably not bad. C’mere and kiss me.”
And so Winston kissed her. The dampened vibration between her legs transferred to his thigh and hip as he moved over her, but it didn’t feel like a cheap trick, it only felt like Allie, alive and moving against him, tossing her head, pressing the vibrator where she wanted it.
“Is it good?”
“Yeah.” Breathless. “Touch me.”
He stroked her arms and shoulders, her flanks, over her breasts, across her stomach. She’d broken out in a sweat and she was restless, her knees rising and falling with her breath, her hands finding him, petting him, dropping to the mattress.
“Do you want to come on it?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
He moved down the bed, kissed her stomach, pushed the vibrator away and licked her, slow and deep. Found where she’d been pressing the bulb of the vibrator against her G-spot and pressed instead with his fingers until she was bucking and breathless, and then he moved over her and made her look at him. “Tell me what number ten is.”
“Sex like in the movies.”
“Not just.”
“You wrote it.”
“You read it. What did it say?”
“Passionate, no-holds-barred sex with someone you love, like in the movies, and you made a note that said I didn’t have to do it with you, only that you wanted to do it someday, and never had.”
“Did you think you’d do it with me?”
“No. Did you?”
“No.”
