CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX #2
Because damn it. How fortunate was I to meet this handsome, caring, patient silver fox?
Who not only had won over my anxious, shy kid, but also wanted to play with my toy with me.
I couldn’t even begin to imagine what we’d do with the toy together, but the longer I sat in his truck as we rumbled down the old island road, the more sure I was that there wasn’t anybody else alive I’d rather experience this all for the first time with.
My kid already loved him, and even though he said he hoped Sam’s mother would also fall for him, he really didn’t have to work very hard at it. Because I was already completely there.
Tom quickly gave Portia her snacks in her enrichment toys, then met me in the bedroom, his shirt already off by the time he got there.
I, on the other hand, decided to go way outside of my comfort zone—since he’d done so for me so many times already—and stripped down completely naked and waited for him on the bed in some sexy, “come-hither” pose.
Or at least, I thought it was a sexy, “come-hither” pose.
Maybe I looked stupid. Thank god there wasn’t a mirror for me to see what I looked like.
I had no lingerie, and he’d already seen all my matching bra and panty combos, which were boring anyway. So naked would have to do.
It seemed to be what he was looking for, because the way his gaze lit up like I’d just told him I’d covered myself in his fancy Italian wine, said he didn’t want the extra job of having to undress me anyway.
He told me to unwrap the toy, give it a quick clean in the bathroom, then plug it in on the nightstand. So I did that too. And no matter how hard I tried not to look at the sleek, purple, C-shaped toy, my eyes kept drifting.
So that was the orgasm machine, huh? It didn’t look very fancy. Or very threatening.
“Bella,” Tom purred, entering the room.
Since his shirt was already off, it took him no time at all to remove the rest of his clothes, and he was hovering over me a second later, his cock thick and eager against my inner thigh.
I raked my nails down his back, loving the way the muscles tightened and bunched beneath my fingertips.
He kissed me silly until we were both breathless, then let his mouth wander down my jaw, neck, and chest, across my belly, and to my inner thighs.
He shouldered my knees apart a little more and settled on his stomach.
But just when I thought he was going to do what he’d already proved to me countless times that he was an absolute pro at, he gripped me by the hips and flipped me to my stomach.
Then he gently, but a little forcefully—which I liked—positioned me on my knees with my butt in the air.
It was surprisingly comfortable, and I turned my face to rest my cheek against the pillow. From there, he slid his finger up my cleft, gathering some of my ample arousal and swirling it around my clit. I sighed and melted deeper into the mattress.
Then his mouth was on me. Sucking my clit from behind until my hips started to gyrate of their own volition and the tingling sensation in my belly and between my legs grew more intense.
His tongue moved to my cleft, and his fingers to my clit. I gasped and squirmed a little when his tongue probed my pussy, thrusting in and out like a cock. He licked and swirled, flicked and thrust. I pressed back into his face, eager for more. For all of it.
“Did the toy have any power, bella?” he asked, continuing to rub my clit.
“I … I didn’t check.”
To be honest, I’d been too afraid to do anything more than open the package, wash the damn thing, and plug it in. Even though it wasn’t as intimidating as some of those floppy, veiny baseball bat dildos that were out there, it was still a foreboding piece of equipment.
He leaned over and plucked it off the nightstand, unplugging it. “Only two buttons? Did you read the instructions?”
“No,” I mewled.
“Bella,” he scolded. Now why on earth did a shot of pleasure zap through me at the way he just said his nickname for me? Then he clicked his tongue, and even though he wasn’t touching me at all at the moment, my clit throbbed like it was being teased.
A moment later, a quiet, vibrating noise started behind me.
“Well, that’s this part. But what about this part?” Only two seconds passed before a second sound echoed. “Ah, this part sucks. It is for your clitoris.”
I swallowed.
“Bella, would you like to try?”
Glancing at him from where I was still face down, ass up, I gave him a pleading look. “You’re all I need.”
Pursing his lips, Tom shook his head. “Oh, bella, no. We can play with these together. You do not need to wait for me to find pleasure. Come, let us learn this together. It will be fun, si?”
While I really did want to try it, I was also dead nervous. However, there was also nobody else I trusted more with my body than Tom. I knew he wouldn’t push me further than I was comfortable. I nodded. “Okay. Andiamo.”
“Andiamo.” With both parts on now, he slid the cool silicone piece into my pussy. The constant vibration was foreign, but not uncomfortable or unpleasant. “How is that, bella?”
“N-not bad.”
He pushed a little further until that vibrating part was completely inside of me. Then he adjusted it a little, tilted it forward, and … holy mother of god.
My entire body twitched as if I’d just stuck a fork in an outlet when that sucking mechanism landed on my clit.
“Bella?”
“H-holy … o-oh m-my god.”
“Good?”
“Y-yeah.”
Warm hands gripped my ass cheeks, and his lips followed. He kissed and massaged my butt, driving my pleasure higher as the toy vibrated and sucked, sending me sprinting toward that glorious finish line.
But it was when he spread my cheeks further apart and a soft, foreign sensation on my butthole occurred, I nearly exploded.
“Tom … I don’t …”
“Just my tongue, bella.”
“Your tongue?” I exclaimed.
“Si. You like?”
I mean, I didn’t hate. That was for sure.
“Is that … are you sure?”
“Very sure, bella. Just enjoy. I enjoy this.” Then he went back to work, licking and flicking my tight hole, and doing a bang-up job pushing me even closer to the end.
My pussy tightened around the toy, and I pushed my ass back further into his face.
I was humping nothing, but I couldn’t stop.
I think my cheeks were squeezing his face, and I could have sworn I heard him struggling to breathe or something, but I didn’t really hold on to that thought for long before my world turned into nothing but flashing white light and pure, unbridled pleasure.
The orgasm took hold of my soul and shook it like a rag doll in a dog’s mouth as wave after wave of ecstasy rocked its way through me from head to toe and back again. Everything inside me pulsed, tightened, and tingled.
When the sensations finally started to wane, I collapsed onto the bed on my belly, my breathing heavy, body trembling.
Tom removed his mouth and reached beneath me to gently pull the toy free.
I was halfway to a coma, but I vaguely recall him getting up and going to the washroom.
Shortly after, as I didn’t move a muscle, but struggled to collect all the pieces of myself that had shattered in the orgasmic explosion of my soul, he rejoined me on the bed. Tucking in behind me, he encouraged me to roll onto my side, and he fit himself around me perfectly.
“How,” he kissed my upper back, “was. . .” Another kiss. “That?”
“Okay, you were right. I was wrong,” I sighed, lifting my arm so he could cup my breast.
His chuckle only made my nipple pebble beneath his touch, and the rest of my lower body clenched.
“Can you go again, or should we wait?” His kisses continued over my shoulder and along my arm.
“I don’t want to wait.”
I didn’t have to see him to know he was smiling. I felt it against my skin, the way his lips curled as he kissed me. Releasing my breast, he reached between us and aligned his cock with my center.
Eagerly, I pushed back, taking him all the way inside of me instantly.
“God, that feels good,” I murmured.
“You like to be full of me, bella?” he asked, cupping my breast again.
“Si. So full.”
His chuckle was rough, raspy, and like verbal sandpaper that at that very moment I wanted to rub across my nipples.
I started to move as best I could in this spoon position, but he had more experience and room to move. So eventually, I let him take over.
His hand drifted down from my breast to between my legs, where he began to rub rhythmic circles around my clit.
I was close again in no time.
“Fuck, bella. So good,” he gritted in my ear.
“I’m close, Tom. So close.”
His teeth found my shoulder, and while he didn’t bite down, he did rake them across my skin, which just seemed to pitch me over the edge. I broke with a cry as everything inside of me tightened once more and those beautiful, deadly waves of bliss destroyed my soul all over again.
While in the throes of my own pleasure, Tom found his as well. He paused his efforts on my clit for a moment, still behind me, grunting, and sighing heavily as his cock throbbed inside my pussy.
I did my best to tighten my muscles inside, but that was something I’d definitely have to work on.
We stayed like that for a few moments, letting our faculties return to their rightful places, before he slipped out from behind me. He went to use the washroom, returning a moment later with a warm washcloth to clean me up.
I loved this part of sex too. The aftercare.
The gentleness after something so … animalistic and almost barbaric.
Because to be totally truthful, I liked it a little rough.
I liked when he tossed me around, pinning me up against the wall and showing me just how badly he wanted me—with all due respect, of course.
After cleaning me up, I went and used the bathroom myself, returning a few minutes later to a man with a smile on his face as he watched me cross the room.
He held his hand out for me and welcomed me under the covers and into his arms.
His mouth found my shoulder, but he quickly spun me around to face him.
I raked my fingers through his soft, sexy, silver hair, but he grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. “Bella?”
“Hmm?” I blinked up at him dozily.
“I love you.”
I swallowed. “I …”
Shaking his head, he smiled. “It is okay if you are not ready to say it back. I have just learned from experience that if you don’t say how you feel when you feel it, you may not get the chance.
Life is short. So I am going to tell you, Danica, that I love you.
I love you, your daughter, and the new joy and people you have brought into my life.
I didn’t think I needed any of it, but I know now that I was wrong. ”
It was my turn to bring his palm to my mouth and give it a kiss. “I’ve fallen in love with you too.”
His smile was electric, and a moment later I found myself beneath him. Instinctively, I spread my legs for him to settle between them.
“We are in love then,” he said, still grinning down at me in the dark of the room.
“We are.” I spread my fingers through his hair again, loving the softness.
Without saying a word, he found his way back inside me, and we made love again. This time, slow, sensual, and utterly perfect.
By the time I fell asleep in his arms, I’d lost track of how many orgasms I’d had, and closed my eyes, blissfully happy, fully sated, and for the first time in my life, in love.
Maybe there was no other shoe waiting to drop. Maybe, just maybe, it was the St. Claire’s turn to win.