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It didn’t come.
With a slight turn, he picked up the pouch. I eyed the item he removed, a pink silicone stick with two round humps. Our eyes met and a shiver ran through me at the sexy smirk firmly in place. My body went on high alert in anticipation of what was next. Which I hoped was me, in a mind-numbing, legs weakening, stars dancing behind my eyelids orgasmic rush.
In near slow motion, he inched forward and planted a kiss on my exposed sex before his fingers probed my opening. The smirk got wider. He ran the stiff toy through my natural lubricant. The slow rub and twist mingled with the languid circles of his fingers inside me. Combined, the action created additional wetness, had me panting, and inched me closer to coming undone.
“These are what’s called Kegel balls.”
The hoarse, whispered explanation sent a shiver through me. I pressed my lips together against the slight pressure as my body expanded to accommodate the intrusion.
“I picked them because it says as you wear them, they massage you so you’ll have a little bit of pleasure throughout the night.”
The weight of them settled into place. Mal smiled and flicked his tongue against my needy clit, drawing a shaky whimper from me before he removed my leg from his shoulder. He picked up the red lace thong and held it open for me to step into. Was he seriously not going to finish me off? My center throbbed with desire, my body alive with need, and he was putting on my clothes. I kept my eyes on him as I stepped into them. He slid them up slow and deliberate, the silky fabric caressing my skin. Once they were in place, my husband stood, bringing himself to full height.
“Finish getting dressed. I’ll be downstairs.”
A wink and swift kiss and he strolled out the door whistling as he went. He really did leave me like this. Wound up and ready to explode. What the hell! A new wave of heat rushed through me. Frustration.
When I moved, the balls shifted and sent a wave of pleasure through my already aroused body. Oh, he was being so cruel, but in all the right ways. I took my time getting ready and once I had finished I’d almost gotten myself under control.
Mal stood when I got to the bottom of the steps. The look on his face sent a tsunami of horniness rushing through my body and undid all the slow breathing and cold water splashing I’d done.
“Ready?” He held his hand out toward me.
A grin spread across my face as I slipped my hand into his outstretched one. “Yup.”
He wanted to play dirty, and I was not about to let him know how much he affected me. Though his hand on my lower back—lower than it needed to be—already told me this was going to be a hard battle of the wits to win.
He opened my door and gave me another wink. “Buckle up.” He shut it and seemed to have a bigger pep in his step as he walked around and climbed in. He glanced over at me, then retrieved his phone from his jacket pocket.
“Need directions?”
The side of his mouth pulled up in a smirk. “Nope.” A few punches on his screen.
“Oh, shit.” I jumped and my hands flew to my crotch. “What’s happening?”
His head fell back against the headrest as he laughed. He cranked up the car and backed out of the garage. “That, baby, is the appetizer for tonight.”
The low pulsing from the balls stimulated my walls and I clenched on instinct. The earlier arousal that remained under the surface came clawing back full force. I gripped the door handle and middle console and pressed my back against the seat. My lips parted as my breath came out in quick bursts. The building started, the tightening of the coil winding ready to snap. We got to a red light, he punched a few buttons on his phone, and the vibrations stopped.
But the need remained.
I moistened my lips. My breathing remained ragged. “Mal, what the hell?”
He cut his eyes over at me. “Like it? They’re Bluetooth controlled.”
I narrowed my eyes at him in response to the wicked grin he graced me with. He’d teased me and left me unfinished, and now he planned to play with me all night? And his cat that ate the canary expression was not doing him an
y favors.
“Bluetooth?” My voice shaky and slightly breathless.
“Yup.”
I adjusted the air vents toward my face hoping to bring my body temp down. What the hell had I gotten myself into? Not only did my husband love gadgets, he, at times, was nothing more than a big kid. Why was I surprised he’d found a Bluetooth–controlled sex toy? This might be the first thing I’ve put on the list I could possibly regret.
Thank goodness for small miracles, he’d granted me a reprieve during the car ride, which allowed me time to collect myself. After we were seated and our orders placed, a sly grin took up residence on his face. I gripped the arms of my chair when he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket. I understood now why he’d requested a semi-private table in the back of the restaurant. Lips firmly pressed together, I managed to muffle the squeak when the toy activated.
He sat forward and rested his elbows on the table. I squirmed in my chair, the vibrations coming from the balls, a low, but constant pulse.
