AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Maybe I am nervous about tomorrow,” she admitted with a grumble.
“No. You don’t say,” I mocked.
She sniffed.
My fingers trailed over her throat, trickling over her front to settle over her lower belly. “Did you charge it?”
“Of course.”
“I need to work on a better battery life.” I sighed. “I also need to convert one of the spare rooms because I can’t have Kat coming across this shit.”
“I think you should establish a sex toy line.”
“Nah, America’s not ready for a president to have an uncle in the sex toy business.”
“Shortsighted. There’d be a lot less violence if people had more orgasms.”
“I can’t argue with that.” I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the nook between shoulder and throat. “Where is it?”
“In my desk drawer,” she whispered.
“Use it. It’ll calm you down.”
She gulped but didn’t argue other than to say, “I’m not stressed about tomorrow. I said I’m nervous.” Her hand curved around the handle on the drawer and she tugged it open, retrieving the toy I’d made for her alone. “You never told me why it took you so long to make this.”
“Had issues with the motor. It kept burning out, so I had to make one.”
“You should have been an engineer.”
“Maybe. It’s not my calling,” I dismissed even though I knew my smarts fired her up.
Snagging the toy from her fingers, I flicked it on then ghosted it over her breasts.
Her throat held me in thrall so I continued tasting that area, wanting to leave a thousand marks dusting her skin so she knew she belonged to me, that I belonged to her.
Her head lolled to the side as I teased her nipples then traced circles over her abdomen until she was squirming against the chair, the mechanism rocking back against me as she arched and wriggled, her legs parting to allow me between them.
Moving my lips against her ear, I whispered, “Wider.”
She released a keening sound then lifted a leg and lodged her heel against her pussy. Angling her thigh to the side, she sobbed as I slipped the vibrator behind the waistband of her PJ bottoms.
Aware that she’d be bare beneath, I moved lower, lower, waiting for her soft cry as the vibrations began to make themselves known.
“Conor, please,” she whined, and that plea went straight to my dick. “Please, please.”
I moved the tip of the vibrator around her clit.
I’d studied the favorites on the market and had reasoned that an edge was necessary for extra pressure; that was why I’d shaped it like a lipstick but with a wider, more slanted head. I burrowed that sharper tip against her clit before laying the whole thing flat against her most sensitive spot for maximum sensation.
A breathy moan escaped her as her hands moved around to clasp me around my nape. Once she started rocking her hips faster, I slid the vibrator down, using her arousal as lube.
When I pressed the tip inside her, her short, sharp scream had me hiding a smirk in her throat.
Sucking down hard in time with her pulse, I circled the tip around her slit and thrust into her, only shallowly, letting the mouth of her cunt absorb most of the vibrations.
Fingers scrabbling at my hair, mouth releasing gasping breaths, she came. Wailing my name.
Heaven had a sound.
