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“You call your vibrator ‘Dick’?”
“It seemed appropriate.”
Tom opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again, shaking his head.
“What?”
“I can’t decide whether to be turned on or jealous,” he said ruefully.
That made her laugh again. “You didn’t mind hearing about my ex-boyfriends, but you’re jealous of my vibrator? You’re a weird one.”
“Your ex-boyfriends all sound like jerks. And I did mind hearing about them—the last one, anyway. But why be jealous when they’re out of the picture? This Dick fellow, on the other hand—I don’t like the way you light up when you talk about him.”
His eyes had that I’m-going-to-eat-you-up gleam she loved, so she provoked him a little more. “Oh, he lights me up all right. He’s the most reliable boyfriend I’ve ever had in that department. Dick makes me come every single time I ask him to, and he never takes anything for himself.”
Tom pulled her closer until she could feel him half-erect against her lower back. His hand smoothed a path down her stomach to tease at the curls between her thighs. “He sounds pretty unbelievable. You must really be missing him.”
“Uh-huh. I think about him all the time.”
“I guess I’ve been doing a pretty rotten job of distracting you from your misery.” He started kissing her in all the places he knew she most liked, brushing his lips against her neck and leaning around her to nip at her collarbone while his fingers caressed her breasts and skated lightly over her nipples. All the while, he was getting harder against her backside, proving how much he enjoyed giving her pleasure.
“Well, you do make me come pretty reliably,” she conceded a little breathlessly. Tom stopped what he was doing until she craned her head around to look at him. He raised one eyebrow, his lips pursed in discontent. “Okay, so you make me come every single time, too.” He didn’t move until she added, “Usually more than once.”
He gave her a small, superior smile of acknowledgment and went back to driving her crazy with his mouth and fingers. “But Dick can do something you can’t,” she said with what she hoped was just the right amount of regret.
“What’s that?” he asked, his voice muffled against her skin.
“He can vibrate.”
Tom chuckled, a low, sexy sound that set her to vibrating like a plucked string. “I can do a lot better than that.” His fingers dipped lower and started playing her tune.
“Yeah?” she asked, now so turned on it was hard to manage words of more than one syllable.
He rolled her onto her back and moved over her, his pecs scraping against her nipples, his erection pressing against her thigh, their legs interlaced. “Yeah. Dick’s just a silicone impostor. Whereas I have the real thing here.”
There was certainly something to be said for the real thing. “Show me,” she said, parting her legs and tilting her hips.
Tom shifted over and slid inside her with a groan, and there was no question, he felt much better than Dick. Bigger. Harder. And so incredibly hot.
“Plus,” he added, pulling back and driving into her again so slowly she thought she might lose her mind, “I’ve got two hands. And a tongue. All of them at your service.” Taking her mouth in a lazy, sensual kiss, he withdrew a second time and inched back inside her, once more with such languor she had to wrap her legs around him and dig in with her heels to urge him to go faster. Not that it worked. Tom always moved exactly as fast as he wanted to. The man had incredible self-control.
“Dick would never torture me like this,” she gasped.
“Mmm. Dick must not know how much you like it,” he replied. And then he proceeded to show her what two hands and a tongue could do to make her lose her ever-loving mind.
When she was close to coming, he put his index finger somewhere wicked and made her explode with pleasure. She was still panting, Tom buried deep inside her, when he whispered in her ear, “Tell me I’m better than Dick.”
He was a million times better than Dick. But no way was she going to say so, not when she was having such a good time making him prove it to her.
She shook her head. “I’m not sure yet … It’s really … close.” She was breathing so hard, it was difficult to string words together. Reaching up, she patted his arm condescendingly. At least, it was supposed to be condescending. Her hand was still trembling from the orgasm, which somewhat spoiled the effect. “You’re doing … a great job. It’s just … he vibrates.”
Tom laughed and bit her earlobe. “You’re going to pay for that.”
It wasn’t until he’d built her up to a second orgasm with his tongue, only to back off once—twice—three times, leaving her short of breath and achingly desperate, that she finally gave in.
“Yes, all right! Yes.”
“Yes what?” He pushed a lock of hair off her sweaty forehead, and the tender gesture all but did her in.
