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As soon as we’re inside, I start kissing her. She chuckles, grabs a handful of my shirt, and pulls me across to the bed. We fall onto it, both laughing, then move up so we’re on the pillows. I lie on top of her, looking down into her blue eyes as I smooth strands of hair from her face.
“Thank you,” I say to her. “For being understanding.”
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with affection. “I have no expectations of you, Damon. I just like being with you.”
I rest my forehead against hers for a moment. Then I kiss her.
I press my lips to hers, giving small butterfly kisses across her mouth, her cheeks, her eyelids, and down her nose back to her lips. Then I touch my tongue to her bottom lip, and she parts them to let me slide my tongue inside.
She tastes sweet, of the wine we had at dinner, and she smells of her sensual perfume, warmed by her skin so it rises to ensnare me. She makes no move to take off my clothes or speed things up. She seems happy just lying there kissing me, and so I let myself enjoy the moment, taking my time, while we slowly tease each other’s bodies to wakefulness.
Eventually, as it grows warm in the room, I slide a hand beneath her sweater, and I’m thrilled to discover she’s wearing a champagne-colored camisole top and a pair of gorgeous French knickers.
“You said you liked lace,” she says shyly when I slide her sweater up to get a good look.
“Oh yeah.” I make her sit up and pull the sweater over her head, then remove her skirt. Next I shed my shirt and jeans, and return to the bed, bringing the duvet over us. I pull her into my arms, rolling onto my back so she’s on top of me, and slide my hands down from her shoulders to her bottom.
“You’re so incredibly sexy,” I murmur, turned on by the feel of her soft body pressed against mine, encased in the slippery satin and lace. She moves her hips a little, smiling as she obviously feels that I have an erection, but she doesn’t say anything, and instead just presses her lips to mine.
We kiss for ages, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands, just stroking, and her words at the dinner table drift into my head:I know you think you are, but you’re not cursed, Damon. Or at least, even if you are, I know how to break it. She might be right. There’s something about her that makes me feel… free.
I want to thank her for being so patient and understanding. Holding her around the waist, I turn so she’s on her back, then spend a while brushing my lips over her breasts on top of the silky fabric before I lift it so I can take them in my mouth. She sighs and arches her back, and I tease her for a while, licking and sucking, before I finally slide my hand beneath the elastic of her underwear, down into the heart of her. She’s wet and swollen, more than ready.
I roll over and collect the box I slid under the bed earlier. Bringing it back, I place it on the mattress between us.
Her lips curve up. She takes the box, looking at the object through the cellophane front. “Wow.”
The box claims it’s a rabbit vibrator. It has two ‘arms’—one thicker and longer, curving up slightly, and another shorter one that bends toward it.
“This one can go inside you if you want it to,” I tell her, tapping the longer arm. “And this shorter bit stimulates all the areas on top.”
While she takes it out of the packaging, I retrieve my phone. “This is the best part,” I say, bringing up the app. “I can control it.”
Her eyes widen. “Seriously?”
“Yep.”
She takes it out and puts the packaging on the bedside table, then comes back with the vibrator. “It’s quite big.”
“No bigger than me.” I kiss her, sensing her hesitancy. “You can just use it on the top if you like—you don’t have to insert it. And you don’t have to use it at all if you don’t want to. I won’t be upset. I just want to make you feel good.”
“No, it’s okay, I’d like to. How do I turn it on?”
“Here.” I hold down the button, and it leaps into life. Then I show her how, using the app, I can speed it up or slow it down. “It also has a button that warms it up.” I turn it on for her. “Apparently that’s supposed to feel good.”
“I thought the bullet was amazing,” she whispers. “I can’t imagine what this is going to feel like.”
“Let’s start with it on the slowest speed. Take these off.” I tug her French knickers. She slides them off, removes her top, and lies on her back.
Pulling the duvet over us so she feels safe and secure, and sliding one arm beneath her so I can hold her, I tuck the phone behind me for now. “You use it,” I tell her, handing her the vibrator. “Just get used to the shape and feel of it first.”
She turns the vibrator in her hands, exploring the smooth plastic and the strange shape. I brush a thumb across her bottom lip, looking into her eyes. Then I lower my head and kiss her.
She sighs, opening her mouth, and our tongues tangle as she finally slides the vibrator down her belly. Murmuring her approval, she pushes the tip through her folds, stroking it slowly up and down as she gets used to the feel of it.
I kiss her for ages while she plays, and then she says, “Mmm, it’s getting warm now.”
“Does that feel good?”
