18. Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen
M arcus
I was aware of Cassie’s eyes on me as I crossed to the dresser.
I opened the third drawer and pulled out some of the toys I’d hidden there earlier.
I put them on the nightstand before walking into the bathroom so she’d have a chance to look the toys over.
She didn’t do well with surprises. That was something I planned to find out more about but not until Cassie was ready.
Cleaning myself up, I held a fresh washcloth beneath warm water, then grabbed a dry towel. In the bedroom, Cassie sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the items on the nightstand.
“Lay back down, sweetheart.” I kept my voice soft.
Her gaze darted to me, then back to the nightstand, before she let out a breath and laid down.
She was tense again. I bit back a sigh. One step forward, five back. Sitting at her hip, I took the warm washcloth and ran it over her face, wiping away the drying perspiration.
Her eyes drifted shut. “That feels good.”
“That’s the point.” I washed her face, neck, arms, and breasts. “Spread your legs, please.” I noted her pussy was rosy and kept my touch light as I cleaned her up. The cloth rubbed her clit, and she let out a gasp.
“Sore?” I wouldn’t be surprised if she were, since we’d played hard and long tonight.
“Sensitive.” Her hips wiggled, but as much as I wanted to, I didn’t take the invitation. I finished cleaning her legs, then used the towel to dry her off.
When I finished, I stood and put the washcloth and towel in the hamper. Cassie still lay on her back with her eyes closed. I didn’t want to disturb her, but we needed to talk.
“Why did you fight against this for so long?” I asked, sliding back onto the mattress and nudging her over.
“I don’t understand your question.”
She started to turn away from me, but I gathered her into my arms.
“Don’t hide anymore, Cassie. Please.”
A sigh left her lips. “I didn’t think it was a good idea for us to become involved.”
“And?” She’d held something back. I wanted her to stay relaxed, but we needed to talk. I was going to do my best to keep her calm and mellow. I didn’t want this conversation to wait too long because Cassie was too good at going on the offense and hiding her true feelings.
When she stayed silent, I cupped her chin and tilted her head up. “Please, look at me, sweetheart.”
Our gazes met, and hers was filled with apprehension. “Tell me why?” I asked.
Her tongue moistened her lips. “Because other men have always found me lacking.”
“Idiots.” I moved my palm to cup her cheek. How could the men in her past think she was lacking? She was perfect, but I saw how it affected her. “ They were inadequate, not you. Never you.”
“But they said—”
My fingers covered her lips, stopping her words. “Shall I prove it to you?”
“Prove what?” she mumbled against my skin.
“That you are a very sexual being and never lacked anything.” I removed my hand from her mouth.
Doubt filled her eyes, and I vowed if nothing else came out of this weekend, she would understand her own sensuality better.
“Let’s not go off course for the weekend,” she said.
“I’m not.” I took her mouth in a slow, long kiss, tasting her and enjoying the way she responded to me.
The men in her past were damn fools for not being able to see Cassie’s pure, raw sensuality, and I was going to tap into that.
I wasn’t afraid of her passion or her pleasure. I broke the kiss and stared at her.
“I’m going to pleasure you, Cassie. All weekend long. Give yourself over to me.” I spoke the words from my heart. I was determined to show her she was a sensual woman.
“I’m not—” Uncertainty crept into her voice.
“You saw the toys I set on the nightstand.”
She nodded.
“When you’re ready, I’m going to use the egg on you.” I loved using that toy on women and seeing the pleasure on their faces.
“Ready? Hell, my pussy is already dripping.”
I laughed as I sat up and put some space between us, grabbing three pillows to pile up on the mattress. “I want you to lay on your stomach over these pillows.”
She eyed me, then the pillows, before her gaze returned to me.
There wasn’t fear there, but uncertainty. “If it bothers you, you know how to stop me.” I wanted to remind her I would quit if she said her safe word. It was something I would always do.
“I want to try.” She rolled onto the pillows and positioned herself.
I ran my palms over her ass, and she jumped. “You’ve got one hell of a sexy ass.” I couldn’t wait until I could fuck her there. But not today, not for a while. I would have to gain her complete and total trust first.
“Oh, really?” She wiggled her butt at me, and I smiled.
I loved it when she was flirty. That was also a good sign.
I already knew that when she got cheeky, she’d set aside whatever misgivings she had, at least for the moment.
I loved learning about her and planned to have the opportunity to do so for a long, long time.
“Yes, but I like other parts of you as well.” I ran two fingers over her crack to her wet pussy. She let out a contented sigh when I pushed them into her, stroking her. “Bring your knees up, sweetheart.”
I waited until she got her knees into position. “Spread them apart.” Her body wiggled as she shifted. It opened her up to my fingers and my gaze. I swallowed. This woman took my breath away.
I stroked her pussy a few more times, then pulled my fingers away and picked up the egg. “I’ve got the egg in my hand.” Her head was turned away from the nightstand, and I wanted her to know what I was doing.
“And what do you plan on doing with it?”
Her question surprised me. Up until now, she’d not questioned anything I did. Not really. “I’m going to pleasure you with it.” Using my fingers, I spread her pussy lips apart and placed the egg at her opening.
With gentle pressure, I pressed it up and into her cunt. She wiggled as I adjusted it the way I wanted it.
“Okay?” I removed my fingers, loving the way her pussy enveloped the egg.
“Yes.” Her voice was soft and full of wonder.
Was it possible she’d never played with toys before? How could that be? I shook my head. It didn’t make sense. She worked for a sexual fantasy company. Maybe none of her other lovers ever played with her before, never revved her up. Never took the time to find out how Cassie ticked.
I wanted to enjoy her pleasure. My own pleasure came from watching her. The micro expressions on her face as I brought her to completion, her soft sighs at my touch, and the moans from my kisses made me rock hard. Leaning back, I picked up the small remote and turned it on.
“ Ohhhh .” Her hips pressed down on the pillows. Her skin flushed an enticing shade of pink.
“Like it?” I asked.
“It’s different.”
“You haven’t tried a vibrating egg before?”
“No.”
My eyes widened. “A vibrator?” Maybe my assumptions were wrong.
“Yes, I’ve used a vibrator, but I don’t like them.”
“Why not?” The question slipped out as my palms covered her pale globes, caressing them.
“Too plastic.”
“A common complaint.” Goose pimples decorated her skin as I traced the pads of my fingers over her ass, up her spine, and back again. “Tell me what else you’ve tried?”
She turned her face away from me as her cheeks turned bright red.
“Cassie?”
“This is embarrassing.” Her voice was muffled.
“Honey, there is nothing you can’t talk to me about. You won’t surprise or scare me.” I paused. What would put her at ease?
“Why don’t I go first?” I suggested. I checked the egg to make sure it was still secure before I slipped my hand between her legs. Yes, it was still in place. “Do you know why I went to work for Fantasies, Inc.?”
“No.” Her words were clearer.
“I wanted to create toys to satisfy all sexes, but also because I wanted to see the toys used. I enjoy watching people as they find sexual heaven.”
“You’re a voyeur?”
The surprise in her voice made me grin. “Sometimes.” I turned the egg up a notch, noting the way her hips shifted. “I like to see my toys bring pleasure. Interestingly enough, pleasuring a man through the use of toys can be more difficult than with a woman.
I slipped my fingers down, gathered her moisture, and began massaging her with it.
“What did you create to pleasure a man?”
She was curious and aroused, and my own pleasure grew. “I developed a sleeve a man can put over his cock and an egg to make it vibrate. The thing is, I added two other cylinders to it.”
“What do they do?” She was not turning her head from side to side anymore as the egg did its job in her pussy.
I leaned down and blew a breath against her pussy. A gasp left her lips. I settled back on my knees and continued to caress her outer lips and her ass.
“The man puts the sleeve over his cock, then places one cylinder in front of his balls and the other behind until they lock into place.”
“Ouch! That sounds like it might hurt.” Her breathing sounded choppy.
“Not when it’s done right.” I removed my fingers from her outer lips. I wanted to do more to her, to bring her pleasure to the boiling point until it spilled over. “Can you roll onto your back and keep the pillows under your hips?”
“I think so.” I kneeled next to her and helped her reposition. Her legs lay open, and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting her again.
Soon , I promised myself. First, I had a to finish my explanation.
“The cylinders are something like the egg you have inside your pussy.” I flicked the remote up another notch. Her hips shifted. I settled myself between her spread legs. “They stimulate a man’s balls, and the sleeve suctions his cock. But he has the controls, so he can find the level he wants.”
The egg had started to emerge. Using my finger, I pushed it back into her channel and was rewarded with groan. Placing my palms on her hips, I lowered my head.
I found her clit and flicked it with my tongue before I drew it deep into my mouth. She was dripping and tasted like sweet cotton candy—a taste I was becoming addicted to. Her inner muscles tightened and released. My cock pulsed with need, but I’d deal with that later. This was all for Cassie.
I pressed my tongue against her clit and turned up the vibrations of the toy in her pussy.
A cry left her lips as her body convulsed. I found the remote and turned it up to the highest setting before I continued to feast on her as she came over and over again.