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"Aye, I do." He swallows the rest of the water in two gulps and sets the glass on the nightstand. "Feeling ready to go again? Or do ye need more of a break?"
"Oh, no, I'm raring to go right now."
Thane slides closer to me, resting one hand on the mattress on the opposite side of my body. He leans over to gaze into my eyes. "Afraid I cannae get hard again immediately. While we wait for my cock to recover, we can enjoy sex play without penetration---for me. I have many ideas for fucking you inside and out."
I wouldn't care if he vowed to screw me in a mud-wrestling ring. The thought of playing with him gets me hot and bothered all over again. I love seeing the playful side of him, but more than that, I love being the only one who knows about this aspect of his personality. Being with him has revealed elements of my own psyche that I had no idea were hidden inside me.
"May I play with you first?" I ask. "Or would you rather be the one to get things going?"
"Go on, lass, have your way with me." He lies down beside me on his back. "I'm yours tonight." He winks. "And every night, every day, every moment in between."
I snatch the vibrator from his grip. "I'll be needing this."
He clasps his hands beneath his head on the pillow.
As I switch the vibrator on, I study his body and start thinking about how I want to use this on him. Maybe I should start with something simple.
So, I straddle his thighs and sit back on my heels. When I touch the vibrator to his skin with the barest contact, he sucks in a sharp breath. But when I begin to drag the vibrator over his chest in slow circles, his chest rises and falls more heavily. I love teasing him this way, so I slide the device down to his groin and lightly touch it to his dick. He jerks.
I raise the vibrator. "Is this okay? Don't want to hurt you."
"Dinnae worry about that. I'm not in pain. It feels bloody good, but I'm not used to this kind of sensation."
"Want me to keep going?"
"Aye. Do what you want with me. I'll speak up if necessary."
I'm certain he would tell me if he didn't like something I do, and he wouldn't lie to spare my feelings. Neither would he be rude about it. I was married for a long time, but my husband would have been embarrassed if I tried to talk to him about what he likes or dislikes during sex---and especially about my own likes and dislikes. I've finally met a man who is mature in age, yes, but also mature in his attitudes and behavior. It's refreshing.
As I drag the vibrator down his inner thigh, he groans deeply. His eyes have drifted half closed. Thane definitely likes this.
I tease him for another few minutes, then shut off the vibrator and offer it to him. "Your turn. Drive me wild, please."
"My pleasure." He sits up and takes the vibrator from me. "What I should have said was you gave me pleasure and it's my turn to reciprocate."
We switch places, with me now lying on my stomach and Thane crouching over my thighs. He begins by using his hands to massage me from head to toe, lighting that fire once again until I'm breathing more heavily and biting my lip so hard it almost hurts. The roughness of his hands turns me on, but it's the Gaelic words he whispers that ramp up my desire so much that I start wriggling.
He gives my ass a light slap. "Try not to squirm, gràidh. Cannae have you coming before I'm ready."
"I'll try. No promises."
"Dinnae fash. I will never be annoyed with you."
And I know that's true. I met him six days ago, yet I believe what he says.
Thane slides a long, cylindrical object under my hips and pushes it up until the top rests just below my belly button. Then he turns the vibrator on.
I gasp and writhe.
He rests his arms on my thighs to keep me from wriggling too much. While he cranks the vibrator up to its highest speed, I fist my hands in the pillow. But instead of burying my face in the pillow, I twist my head sideways so I can keep watching Thane. He lowers his head, peeks up at me over my own ass, and finally thrusts his tongue out to lap at my clit.
My whole body jerks. A sharp cry erupts out of me.
He licks and suckles and nips my nub, over and over, until I lose control. Cries burst from my lips, and I thrash so wildly that if Thane weren't holding me down, I'd probably tumble off the bed.
Then he stops.
"Please, Thane, please keep going."
