Chapter 6 #4
He grabbed my free hand and entwined our fingers. “Get it, Star. I want to see you come. I want to see that relief in your expression as you shoot off into another stratosphere. Keep your eyes on me, baby? Please.”
A click sounded in the back of my throat as I did what he asked. And those chestnut eyes, bright with excitement and need and arousal, took me over the edge.
The vibrator was everything he’d promised and more.
But it was that look.
Fuck.
I sobbed through the orgasm. It was that fast, that intense, that powerful. It made my whole fucking being shudder in response to it.
“Conor,” I moaned as my whole sex contracted.
The flicking and the sucking thing didn’t just take my clit into consideration, but around it too. It was all-encompassing. Like pleasure was inescapable. Inevitable.
As I soared and flew free as per his damn request, the only complaint I had was it couldn’t beat his cock inside me.
When my hips bucked upward and I jerked my hand to the side, giving me a break, he took the toy from me and switched it off. The sound of my panting breaths was overly loud in the bedroom now that the soft hum from the toy was no more.
“What the hell, Conor?” I whined. “Holy fuck. My whole body’s tingling.”
Excitement stared back at me. Seriously, his whole face glowed like the Christmas trees in the TV room.
“You need to sell that. Now. For women’s sakes the world around. If I didn’t have you, I’d never need a man with that freakin’ thing.” His grin was wider than the Cheshire cat’s. I traced it with my fingers, shaping his lips in appreciation. “Can’t beat you. Never you.”
He kissed my fingertips. “Want to see the attachment?”
I knew my eyes were back to bugging—extra wide this time. “Do I?”
“Oh, yeah. You do.”
“Fine,” I rasped, a touch hoarsely.
That orgasm… Wow.
When he disappeared then reappeared, I finally realized how hot he’d found that whole thing. Conor wasn’t really a watcher, but I knew he dug seeing me use his toys.
His cock liberally leaked pre-cum.
Bright red and flushed like he was close to orgasming without me even goddamn touching him.
This man.
My mouth watered with the desire to taste him, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Nah, he craved something else.
I glanced over the attachment and snorted when I realized what it was. “Hands-free device?”
“Hell, yeah. It should change the sensations.”
I whistled. “Well, I can’t imagine.”
“Me either. I don’t have a G-spot in the same place as yours.”
That had my mouth dropping open. “Conor?”
“Yes,” he muttered as he fiddled with the doohickey and screwed in the attachment.
“Did you use this toy on yourself?”
“An early prototype,” he dismissed.
“And you didn’t let me watch?!” I shrieked.
He paused in his actions. “I was experimenting—”
“Yes. And that’s the kind of thing I’d like to see!”
“But it wouldn’t have been a surprise—”
“Fuck surprises.” I folded my arms under my tits. “Next time, you’ll damn well invite me to the party.”
His lips twitched. “Okay, boss.”
“Like this is news to you,” I derided before biting the inside of my cheek. “Wow, that must have been hot.”
“Blew up like a geyser,” he agreed with a snort.
“Ugh,” I whimpered, reaching down and rubbing my sensitive clit. “Can’t you use it now?!”
“Not really. I changed it too much.” He pointed to some of the toy’s features before rolling it around between his hands. “These weren’t here before. It was a more unisex device.”
“Then, for Christmas, you make that and we can each use one together.”
His nostrils flared. “I can do that.”
“Good. And don’t forget that any experimenting, I want to see. You don’t get to be all Mr. Inventor without showing me the perks too!”
“Noted.” His voice lowered. “Ready?”
“Fuck. No. But also, yes. So, this is better?”
“Not better. Different.”
I quivered. Literally. “Okay.”
My whole body prickled with expectation as he smoothed his fingers over my slick folds. “You fine with me playing?”
“You know it,” I said, almost embarrassed when the words hitched in the middle.
Another shudder wracked me at his careful touch, as if he knew it wouldn’t be hard to take me over the edge again.
I sucked in a breath when the mindblower breached my entrance. It wasn’t like one of those rabbits or a dildo. It had a funny shape that I couldn’t begin to comprehend what had made him develop it, but it sank into me with pleasing fullness.
“Ohh, it’s warm,” I mewled.
“The material warms up with friction.”
“That’s why you were rubbing it between your hands?”
He hummed. “You told me once toys were cold.”
“Oh, fuck. Conor. You’re perfect,” I warbled as he flicked on the power. I couldn’t even be mad about his chuckle, not when he deserved it.
If the device had blown my mind before, this was going to wreck my body.
The sensations shuttled along my nerve endings until I was panting within seconds of him hitting the button.
It was warm. So warm. Tingling but with a solid buzz that murmured through to my soul.
That murmur built. Slowly but surely until every inch of my channel felt it.
The little bumps he’d shown me earlier settled into place, and so did the notches on his doohickey par excellence until I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the welter of sensation overtook me.
That low-level, incessant buzz rumbled into being until my whole lower body was in on the action.
He pressed something that turned it down and I blinked at him. His knuckles ran along my bottom lip before he sucked them into his mouth.
When he stood, I grabbed his hips for support because even at a lower setting, it was somehow all the more insidious.
A different kind of intensity.
Seeing as I’d rocked forward, the whole thing shifted inside me, directly impacting my clit.
My muscles contracted and I came.
Just like that.
So simple. So complex.
No short, sharp release.
But slow and delicious and all-encompassing. Sweet. Like an orgasm with him. My toes curled and my fingers dug into his hips as I drew him closer to me because holy fuck, my man deserved a reward.
Overwhelmed and overwrought and over-everything, I whimpered. “Conor.”
His name was all I could say. Again.
Because he blew my heart wide open.
His smile wasn’t smug, just happy. He didn’t ask me if it was good. He didn’t need to.
His hand stroked through my hair as he let me come down. Now that I’d had two orgasms, I was slaloming into recharge mode. I had no idea how he’d hard-wired my body, but thank fuck he had.
With the toy humming away, I released my hold on his hips and cupped my tits together. When he eagerly shuffled nearer, I pressed him between their pillowy softness.
His raw groan matched my earlier one, but it hit deeper because I knew he was ready from watching me get off.
And it was insane and delicious and made me shiver in a way that had nothing to do with a sex toy that his genius had literally created.
All that pre-cum lubed up my tits as he fucked them, hips pumping as I lowered my head and made sure to suck on his tip with every thrust.
He kept it slow and low-pressure and all the while, he growled shit like, “You are so fucking perfect, Star.”
“God, your mouth. Your fucking mouth.”
“You are so hot. God, you’re my fucking everything.”
“How are your tits so perfect? I fit between them like they were made for me. You are so gorgeous. Look at you. Jesus. Just fucking look at you—”
Then, my wily man pulled another ace from the deck…
I heard the click before I registered what it was.
And the vibrator’s intensity shot up in response.
He had a remote!
I sucked harder on his cockhead as a result, and within seconds, he was pumping through the tight purse of my lips as he exploded inside me while my entire being went haywire.
My G-Spot wasn’t just activated. It flew into hyperspace!
As he roared my name, I sobbed around his cock as the most wicked and wildest of climaxes hit me.
I wasn’t surprised when my pussy muscles contracted so hard that I pushed the vibe free. Nor was I surprised when I felt the soft spurt of my release either.
I let go of my tits to blindly reach for the toy, and after flicking the button, there was blessed silence.
Holding his cock in my mouth, I heard his heavy breathing, but mostly I was focused on not passing out.
It was there—right at the edge of my consciousness.
I dug my hands into his hips again, nails biting into him as I struggled to stay awake while my brain urged me to soar free.
A lifetime later, hours or minutes might have passed, I realized I was in bed. Conor tucked around me. Swaddled in blankets.
And, fuck, I was crying.
He stroked my hair and held me so close that I felt him in my soul. Soft hums and gentle kisses pressed wherever he could touch.
When I released a sigh, he murmured lightly, “Thank fuck. You scared me.”
My mouth worked but I only managed to whisper, “I think I met Jesus.”
A soft chuckle twirled and swirled into the atmosphere around us, further couching this whole thing with an intimacy that I’d never expected.
“You like it?”
“You get that on the market, stat,” I rasped. “Women deserve to feel that. They can’t have you, but they can have your mind. I’ll let them.”
More soft laughter.
“Call it the Fecker. They won’t believe it.” I shivered. “Until they experience it.”
Feeling wrecked and reborn, I twisted in his arms so that I faced him.
Cupping his cheek, I whispered, “You’re the perfect one, Conor. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but… you know I love you, don’t you?”
Happiness beamed from him. “I love you too.”
“And thank you.”
“For the toy? You’re welcome.”
I kissed his chin. “Nah. For the extra soundproofing on this bedroom last year.”
Closing my eyes, reveling in the sounds of his laughter, I pressed my forehead against his pec and felt him shift. Immediately, I glanced up and saw him drag his phone over to his side.
We never slept at the same time. Ever. One of us remained awake at all times to keep the spinning plates we managed on the daily in orbit. So I mostly felt relief when I saw him checking his programs on his cell.
It allowed me to close my eyes again.
It let me rest.
Because knowing he watched over the world while I slept in his arms?
That meant I was safe.
Our kids were safe.
And that the world was too.
So I allowed myself to succumb.
With him, sleep was possible.
With him, I’d slowly begun to accept, anything was possible.