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“You like that sweet talk, don’t you, baby?” Yes, yes I do. I give in to my body’s demands and begin to relax, allowing the Blyss to filter through my veins, and Travis senses my sudden surrender. “That’s it, baby. Give into your body’s desire; let me show you how good this can be.” He removes his fingers from my lips and replaces them with a soft kiss. He lingers over me and whispers, “I give you my word—I will not hurt you. You’ll be so drunk on desire you won’t know which end is up.”
He grabs the bag beside us and opens it up. He gives me a shit-eating grin as he pulls out sex toys, vibrators, and different lubricants. I gape at him with trepidation, the look on my face giving me away, but his playful grin doesn’t disappear. He holds up a pink dildo for me to see, and my eyes go wide. “Say hello to BMX,” he tells me, then he waggles it in his hand.
“Oookay...” I say with speculation while I stare at the pink item, wondering where he’s going with all of this. “Why?”
“Because much like the bike, it has ten speeds, and we’re going to use every one of them,” he replies.
I can’t help it—the joke is so damn corny, I burst out laughing. He is a master at breaking the tension, and I shake my head at him with false admonishment.
“What?” he asks. “You don’t like my quick wit?”
“It’s corny wit, Travis.”
“Yeah, I’ve got you’re corn cob right here,” he says playfully. He does that thing with his tongue again, where he rests it against his upper canine, and my belly dips and clenches.
He lifts his hand to lay the palm flat against my chest over my medallion. I feel his fingers spread out over my skin, and my heart rate spikes. He gently pushes me backwards so I’m laying down flat again, and I can see my chest rising and falling—but whether it’s from apprehension or excitement, I can’t tell. Maybe it’s both. I look up and see his eyes have turned sultry, glimmering with raw desire. I remain quiet as his rough hands begin to caress my chest with smooth, light strokes.
I want him so badly, and—God, help me—I can’t seem to distinguish between my real feelings and the drugs. He shifts his bodyweight, laying down by my side. Pulling my right leg over his left, he spreads my legs open and traps it in place. I swallow hard. “Travis...”
He shakes his head. “No words. Just let me make you feel good.” He leans down, resting his weight on his elbow, and begins a seductive dance with his tender lips on mine. He’s irresistible, and I could get drunk on his kisses. I try deepening the kiss, but he pulls back to tease me with the tip of his tongue. I fight for it, but he’s keeping his hot kisses just out of reach. I moan in frustration but continue to chase him. It’s erotic, and I feel my muscles clench deep within my belly. He eventually allows me more of him as he slowly circles his tongue around mine, and I begin to pant.
Suddenly, his mouth closes over mine with such force that my head is pushed back into the pillows. I feel his hand fumbling around on the other side of me, searching for an item from the bag. He must find what he’s looking for, because all too soon, I feel a thick, cool gel being expelled into the opening of my heated core, creating an arousing contrast in temperatures as he applies it to my swollen labia. In my peripheral vision, I catch a quick glimpse of him grabbing the pink vibrator before he has it positioned at my entrance, yet he never breaks eye contact with me.
This is really going to happen, I think to myself, and I feel my heart rate pick up once again. My eyes shut involuntarily, hiding me from the humiliating predicament. I clench my fists tightly, preparing for pain, embarrassment, and mortification.
His deep, rich voice echoes in my ear, bringing me back. “Open your eyes, Julianna. I want you to keep them open. Keep your eyes focused on me.” I do as he says, submitting to his command, and when I open my eyes, I’m taken aback by the look of pure, raw, unbridled passion written all over his face. I become less tense when I allow myself to get lost in his glistening green eyes, always seeming to find comfort there.
“There’s nothing wrong with taking your pleasure,” he whispers heatedly as he begins to move the wand with a gentle, back-and-forth motion, skirting over my opening. He doesn’t put the toy inside me right away; instead, he begins to tease me by turning on the vibrations, then dances the dildo between my clit and outer folds. Holy hell! My hips buck upward in response. “Fuck yeah, that’s it, sweetheart.”
