4. Hot and cold treatment
Chapter 4
Hot and cold treatment
LETTIE
M y ass is still warm and tingly when he maneuvers me into a seated position on his lap, facing the mirror. Closing my eyes, I throw my head back, letting it rest on his shoulder. For a few seconds, I revel in the lingering euphoria from not just the orgasm but the release I got from the spanking. My body is nothing but gelatin.
His doting hands run all over me like they’re trying to drink up my skin. He moves from my shoulders down to my wrists, then up again before stroking along my back, around my waist, and to my breasts.
“How do you feel?” he whispers against my ear, his feathery, warm breath causing tantalizing shivers to work through me.
Reaching one arm over my head and bending at the elbow, I find the back of his head and lovingly scratch his scalp. “I’m wonderful. I missed that. Thank you.”
He kisses me under my ear. “You’re.” Another kiss slightly lower. “Welcome.” And one more peck at my pulse point. “Sugar.”
Another moan frees itself from the back of my throat. Dang . I’m so primed for him right now. Perhaps this was part of his plan. He’s a genius. Once a sexpert, always a sexpert.
Maybe he’ll successfully resolve my little penetration problem tonight, after all.
Heh . Penetration problem. Sounds like the title of a horrible porno.
His lips rumble against the outside of my shoulder. “Shift your bottom forward a few inches so I can put on a condom.”
Ugh . I’m getting so sick of those. Such a mood killer. Logically, I get how necessary they are, but I wish they weren’t. It’s not like we’re with other people. If it weren’t for my pesky ovaries.
The rip of the foil packet meets my ears. He jostles me slightly as he rolls the latex over his heavenly cock.
Thoughts of the future fill my mind. Is it time to get on birth control? Am I ready for that? And when will he propose for real?
Obviously, I’ll say yes. That’s a given. If I could forgive him for all I have, there’s nothing that will stop us. And the way he’s opened up to me these last few days has cemented how right I was to give him another chance.
I hope I can convince Stella of that eventually. A slight cringe curls my upper lip at the thought of her. She still has no idea I’ve moved out of the shelter. I’ve texted her every day, saying all is well. The guilt over that is starting to hurt.
Tomer’s firm palms settle on my hips, shaking me from my woeful musings.
When my eyes spring open, they lock on the mirror in front of us. The beautiful white gold and purple choker shines back at me, warming my heart as much as my tush. Reflexively, my hand reaches for it. Fingers spreading, I press it into the sensitive skin of my neck.
My mouth does the Lettie thing of releasing whatever random thoughts spring into my head without care of consequences. “I can’t believe you were gonna propose-but-not-propose on our anniversary. And yet you didn’t.” I shake my head, lips pursing. “Unbelievable.”
“It would have been different if I had done it then,” he says with a tendril of remorse in his voice.
“How so?”
“Honestly, I’m unsure if I forgot to do it that evening or let myself forget.”
My eyes narrow at his reflection, and my hand freezes on the back of his head.
Through the mirror, he meets my gaze, his eyes warm and loving. “Not because I didn’t want to collar you or give you a meaningful gift. And certainly not because I didn’t want to bind us.”
A scant wave of relief laps at my feet, encouraging me to wait for his explanation without jumping to conclusions.
He swallows, blinking twice. “Originally, I planned to give you that instead of an engagement ring because I couldn’t propose to you with all those lies out there. The collar was a solid alternative. But giving it to you when you didn’t know the real me felt wrong. I convinced myself it was okay since you could give it back anytime and for any reason. At the end of the day, though, it would have been wrong to ask you to claim me as James.”
For once, my trap stays shut, and I let his words permeate.
Everything he said makes perfect sense. And he’s right. Based on what he told me tonight about the symbolism this collar has for him, it would have been wrong to give it to me with all that dishonesty muddying the sentiment.
And hold up. Did he just say that...
“You wanted to propose to me before all this happened?”
So much for holding my tongue.
He tugs at my waist, twisting me to the side so I’m not forced to look at him in the mirror. “Lettie, I’ve wanted to marry you for a very long time. The first night I saw you sing at Bask, I knew no one would ever make me feel the way you do. The way you looked at me, effusing happiness and joy simply because I was there. My presence made you happy. You had no other expectation other than me watching you sing. That was all you needed. From that moment on, it was you or no one. Ever. Period.”
“Oh babe.” I drag the backs of my knuckles over his cheek, tracing the outline of his scruff, badly in need of a shave.
Damn my bleeding heart, making me agonize over what a horrible year he must have had knowing he was lying to me while loving me so deeply. No wonder he never said the words back. Despite what he did, he still tried to act with honor in the ways he felt he could control.
Somehow, we made it to the other side of all that mess.
I spear my fingers through the hair above his ear, curving my fingertips toward the back of his head. Tugging him toward me, I slant my lips over his and offer him what little I can to help him heal.
Our tongues tasting and teasing, we gradually close the fissure that kept him from claiming me before.
As often happens when people in love kiss without clothes on—or so I assume—we quickly end up needy and desperate for a deeper connection. He breaks the kiss, looks into my eyes, and rumbles, “Turn around, sugar. I need to slip my cock inside you and see if I can make you come for me like I used to.”
After giving him a sweet peck, I wink and quip, “I love when you’re bossy about my orgasms.”
“Well, then you’re gonna love tonight.”
Once I face the mirror, he reaches around my waist with both hands. He doesn’t speak as he slides his palms between my legs and spreads my thighs open.
With the mirror in front of me, I can see everything between my legs.
Everything .
Fortunately, I don’t have time to grow shy because Tomer’s right hand has journeyed to the part of my body I’ve never seen from this angle. He drags two of his thick fingers up and down, swirling and spreading my flesh aside, then working his way to my clit.
My shoulders sag, and my chin tips upward as delicious tingles span outward. “Mmm. That feels good, babe.”
“I’m gonna get you to the edge again, sugar. Then I’ll press my cock inside this pretty pussy.”
The sway of my hips matches the pulse of his fingers as he brings me closer to the peak. My eyes flutter shut when my keens spike.
“Look how beautiful you are, Lettie. Open those eyes for me.”
Complying like his good girl, I force them open. The erotic sight of him pleasuring me ratchets up my arousal.
“You’re so fucking sexy. Look how you grind on my lap, desperate to come.”
He runs his tongue along the side of my neck from the collar upward. After sucking tiny patches of skin between his lips, he bites my ear lobe, tugging me toward him.The pain heightens all sensations, hurtling me closer to climax.
Like earlier, I bend my elbow and fling my arm behind me to hold his head close to my neck. Tilting my head to the side, I give him more access to one of my favorite erogenous zones. I don’t know what it is about that spot under my ear, but I’m a huge fan of when he works me over there.
Next thing I know, I’m teetering at the edge. Because he knows my body better than I do, he stops and taps my hip. “Lift up, sugar. Take me inside you now.”
Setting one foot on the carpet, I lean forward and reach between my legs to find his cock.
He swats my hand away. “I got it, sugar. Let me take care of you.”
After lining himself with my entrance, he tugs me down gingerly with his free hand. Same as always, the initial tightness gives me a short bout of fear that he won’t fit. Then he pumps upward, driving past that resistance and sliding home.
A breathy moan frees itself from my throat, and a shudder of pleasure runs through me. “Damn, babe. You feel so amazing inside me.”
“No place else I want to be. Ever,” he grits out, teeth bared.
When I start to shift my weight to put a little bounce in my movements, he stops me with a stern tone. “No, no, no. Hold still.”
“Sorry.”
He brings his left hand to my cheek, turning my head to the side to align our mouths. “No apologies, sugar. My tone was rough because it’s killing me not to thrust up into you. You’re doing perfect.”
His words make me melt for a second before he joins our lips. Each stroke of his tongue on mine adds to the intense lust I have for him.
When he breaks the kiss, I linger with my eyes closed for an extra second or two, never wanting our connection to end. As if keeping my eyes shut will make it last longer.
His gravelly voice makes my eyes spring open. “You’re just going to hold me inside you. Keep my cock warm and wet.”
Capturing his gaze in the mirror’s reflection, I ask, “You don’t want me to ride you?”
“No. Hold still and remember how good it feels to have me filling you. While you do that, I’ll tease and work your little clit until you spasm around my cock.”
A thick lump of doubt forms in my throat, surrounding my windpipe and leaving me speechless.
“Keep those legs spread for me. Lean back against my chest and let yourself feel. Watch the show in that mirror like the kinky little voyeur you are.”
“Pot calling the kettle?—”
He returns two fingers to my clit, cutting off my words.“This way, we can be exhibitionists and voyeurs simultaneously.”
“What if I have to pulse my hips?”
“Try not to, sweetness. I want you to focus on the sensation of being full. Get comfortable with it again. Plus, if you start writhing around, you’ll make me come too soon. And I want to stay hard for you for as long as this takes.”
“Normally, I’d say that sounds like a you problem ,” a moan interrupts my taunting, “but because you’re doing it for me, I suppose it’s a we problem .”
His fingers grind harder into my clit. “Sass me again, and I’ll smack your pussy.”
“So I get to sass you and get a clit smack? Not seeing the downside,” I simper, heat flooding my cheeks and pleasure dancing all over my body.
He doesn’t even hesitate. With a speedy flick of his wrist, he smacks the top of my pussy twice, right where my clit is twitching and tingling.
“Oh my god,” I wail.
The shock quickly recedes, giving way to a huge burst of tingles. The boundary between pain and pleasure is permanently obscured when I’m at his mercy.
My pussy floods with arousal, making it harder not to slip and slide around his cock as my pelvis shudders involuntarily.
He growls into my neck, then goes back to flicking my clit. “No bucking those hips, sugar bear. Just hold still and feel the pleasure.”
“I’m trying.”
“I know. And you’re doing so well.”
While lavishing my neck and trailing the fingertips of his free hand along my collar, he gets me right up to my edge. The sweet relief of orgasm is a breath away.
But it doesn’t happen.
And it has nothing to do with not being allowed to thrust my hips. It’s all in my head.
Sensing my dejection, he slows his movements and whispers encouraging words. “Lettie, I’m so proud of you. You can do this. Get out of your head. Focus on how it feels and the sound of my voice. Nothing else.” He kisses my jaw. “That’s all you need to do. I’ll take care of everything else, sweetness.”
I flex my thighs and arch my back, sinking into the sensations. “Okay. Try again, babe.”
Back to work he goes, swirling and flicking my clit. “Which do you like better, baby? This?” He presses the tender bud between his fingers, subtly pinching it and working it up and down. “Or this?” He adjusts to a rougher, faster, side-to-side stroke. My moans crescendo. “Or this?” Instead of the harder friction, he softens his touch, moves slightly off my wet flesh, and rubs the pads of his fingertips over the surface. It’s a lighter motion, and oh my fucking hell. That’s it.
Before I can answer him, he says, “It’s this one. I feel you clenching around my cock.”
“Mm-hmm,” I confirm with a frantic nod of my head.
With this lighter stroke, the urge to thrust into his touch becomes too powerful to resist. “If I can’t thrust, you need to stop. I can’t hold back.”
“Go ahead and work your hips, sugar. Just for a minute.”
With his blessing, I buck into his hand, searching for harder pressure, then quickly backing away from it.
I get close. So fucking close. My orgasm is right there. I could practically touch it.
“Look in the mirror,” he pants out.
When I catch his gaze in the reflection, the concentration in the lines of his face and the depths of his irises send me closer to the peak.
Still, it eludes me.
My euphoric wail turns into a whine of frustration and sadness.
“I can’t.”
I still my hips and press his hand away, attempting to catch my breath. It’s becoming painful to get this close and not achieve release. Emotionally and physically.
My lips turn down at the corners, and tears pool in my eyes, making it challenging to see.
“You’re doing so damn well, Lettie. Don’t worry. I love you no matter what. There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect.”
While I appreciate the sentiment, I want to reclaim this part of myself. Simone already told me that most women never come with penetration. Even if I’m like this forever, I could have a perfectly normal and happy sex life. But that wasn’t me before this awful thing happened, and I don’t want it to be me after.
I need to recapture every single thing those monsters took from me.
He kisses my shoulder as I hide behind my hands like a coward.
“Lettie, look at me,” he commands, his tone both tender and firm.
With all the courage I can summon, I face him.
“Say butterfly, and we’re done for now. Or I still have plenty more tricks up my sleeve to try if you want to continue. The choice is yours.”
I shake my head, rejecting the idea that we yield.
No way!
He adds, “We aren’t doing this for me. Not for my pride. Not to prove a point. This is strictly for you. I’m attempting to help you get something I know you want. That’s all. Don’t feel bad about stopping me if you’ve had enough for today. I can make you come in many other ways.”
Wiping the stray tears that fled my leaky faucets, I mean my eyes, I ask, “What other tricks did you have in mind? I’d like to try.”
His face dances, a ballet of cockiness, pride, and arousal rewriting his features. “Grab the blue bottle on the table.”
Choosing among the differently colored bottles, I retrieve the blue and quickly scan the label. “Oh my. This sounds fun.”
“That’s my kinky girl.” He winks at me in the mirror. “Spread some on each of your nipples.”
“My nipples? It’s lube. Are you confused, old man?”
He smacks my clit again. Substantially harder this time. And I really fucking like it.
Flinching and yelping, I drop the lube onto the carpet. Instinctively, my eyes roll, and I shake my head. “Nice to know what happened to me didn’t take away my platinum-level calamity status.”
Seriously, no more orgasms with a dick inside you, but go right ahead and klutz yourself to an early grave. How is that fair?
Wearing a sexy-as-hell smirk, he orders, “Without getting off my cock, lean over slowly and pick it up off the floor. I’ll hold your waist to keep you in place. Do not let me slip out.”
“Will I be punished if I fail?”
He reaches onto the table, retrieving a red bottle. “Yes,” he answers with a wicked curl of his upper lip. “Now grab the lube off the carpet.”
My pussy clenches involuntarily as a chill runs along my spine.
Trying not to let my mind wander to what might be in the red bottle and what he’ll do with it if I fail, Ibend toward the floor, making a valiant effort to keep him deep inside me. He strokes my back with one hand as I fold downward.
As soon as I snatch the blue bottle off the floor, he shifts backward, slipping out of me.
“Hey,” I huff and flash an offended glare at him in the mirror.
“Oh no, Lettie baby,” he mocks. “Guess that means it’s punishment time.”
Bracing myself on the floor with both hands like I’m doing a partial plank, I draw my eyebrows in tight and visualize shooting little lasers at him from my eyeballs.“That wasn’t my fault.”
He offers no apology, doubling down instead. “Rules stated you had to keep me inside you. Unfortunately, you failed.”
I shove my upper body off the carpet. “You did it on purpose.”
He presses that palm against my back, holding me down. “Not against the rules. Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl or argue semantics?”
“I have to stay like this? It’s uncomfortable.”
“Rotate your legs so your knees are on the edge of the chair cushion, facing downward.” He tosses the pillow from behind him to me. “Put this under your upper body if you need to. You won’t be there long if you’re good.”
Grumbling under my breath, I tuck the pillow under my chest and elbows and rotate my legs as he directed. My feet bend slightly toward my butt. He stays right there between my legs. “Okay, now you have my ass in your face, and I’m inverted. What’s next?”
He doesn’t answer, simply getting right to it. After popping open the lid on the red bottle, he squeezes gel onto his fingers.
Umm . Getting slightly concerned here.
“Excuse me, my love. Would you be so sweet as to tell me what that is on your fingers?” I ask, my lashes batting and turning on my charm.
He answers me with a question, which I could totally throw back in his face, but I won’t because I’m being a good girl to avoid further punishment. “What was in the blue bottle, Lettie?”
“Lube.”
“What type?”
“Cooling lube.”
“That’s right. So what do you think the red bottle is?”
“I don’t suppose it’s strawberry flavor, is it?”
“Nope.”
Without delay, he spreads my butt cheeks apart. Oh boy . Those slick fingers swirl around the tight ring of my ass, drawing a guttural groan from me. My head flops onto the pillow, and my eyes roll to the back of my skull.
He works the tip of one lubed finger inside me, barely getting in before pulling back and working in a little deeper. When he slips backward the next time, he returns with both fingers. “Breathe and press out for me, sugar bear.”
Like he taught me months ago, I do the opposite of what my body thinks I should do and push out. He slips both lubed fingers in with only a tiny bit of resistance. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I bury my face into the pillow.
He works his fingers in deeper, then pulls back, swirling them around inside me. “There you go, Lettie. Just like that.”
As he pumps his fingers, warmth spreads out from my ass, sending tingling pulses through me. The volume of my mewls and keens sharply increases, and my hips pulse forward, searching for friction for my clit.
“Let’s see if you can come with my fingers in your ass.”
He pumps sensually, keeping a tantalizing rhythm. His other hand disappears from my ass cheek. I could look in the mirror to see what he’s up to, but I’m rather enjoying the sensations on their own without the visual stimuli. That would probably have me trying to reach back there to flick my own clit. Undoubtedly, I’d be punished for that. So eyes closed and face in the pillow is where I wait patiently.
The familiar click of a vibrator being turned on reaches my ears, causing a beaming smile to contort my pillow-crushed face. Tomer shuffles a bit under me, snaking the vibrator between my thighs toward my clit. When it makes contact, I feel my tight ring clench around his fingers.
Delicious tingles flood my core from the warming of my ass and the fluttering of the vibrator’s wand head over my clit. It’s almost too much pleasure to take.
“You can ride the wand, sweetness. Drag your pussy all over it if you want to.”
I mewl out my genuine gratitude. “Thank you. Thank you, babe.”
His breathing grows ragged, overpowering the sound of the humming toy against my clit. In almost no time, I’m at the precipice, desperate to come.
“Come for me, Lettie. I want you to come.” His voice is velvety and rich. “Be my good girl and come for me.” He wiggles the vibrator head against my clit, making me pump my hips harder. He thrusts his fingers faster into my ass.
It hurdles me over the edge. My entire body seizes and shudders, electricity firing to all my nerve endings. The sounds I make could wake the neighbors three blocks away. I don’t even think I form words, just grunts, groans, yowls, and feral cries.
When I stop screaming, he’s cooing words of adoration at me. They don’t seem empty or contrived, either. He’s truly proud of me.
Opening my eyes, I pop my head off the pillow to get a glimpse of his face. His words and tone of voice didn’t lie. He’s utterly beaming at me.
“I love you, Lettie.”
“I love you too.”
When he pulls his fingers out of me, I bring my knees to the floor and gather my composure. My ass is still burning from the pulsing warming sensation. It’s surprisingly pleasant. Wonder how long that’s going to last.
With me off his lap, he dashes into the bathroom to clean up, returning to the chair quickly. “Get back up here. We’re not done.”
His condom-covered cock is mocking me. All erect and proud but hasn’t been able to come yet. I’ve had two, while he’s had zero. Not the first time we’ve had a lopsided tally, but guilt still claws at me. He’s being so sweet and trying so hard to get me off while on his cock. Heh heh.
Upright on my knees, I crawl between his legs and run my palms up and down his thighs. “Want me to take care of you, babe?”
“You can take care of me by grabbing the cooling lube off the floor and then putting my cock inside that perfect little pussy.”
“If you insist,” I quip, winking at him and attempting to be seductive as I gracefully comply with his request.
I say attempt because it’s more likely my leg will lock up, and I’ll fall to the ground, banging the bottom of my chin on his kneecap on my way back down.
When I make it to my feet without injury, blue bottle still in my hand, I consider taking a bow or asking for applause. But that’s not seductive or sexy.
He holds his hand out, his eyes dancing between my face and the bottle.
Once I pass it to him, I ask, “Still facing the mirror?”
“Yes. But stand there for a second first.”
Doing as I’m told, I stand still, watching him open the blue cap and squirt more lube onto his fingers. He reaches toward my chest, smearing it onto my nipples one at a time. The little massage he gives them is decadent, and I bite my lip as my breathing picks up.
Just came a minute ago, and I’m aching for more already.
He applies lube to his fingers, substantially more than before. “Spread your sexy legs for me, sugar.”
As soon as I move one leg to the side, his hand makes a beeline for my pussy. My nipples are already feeling the cooling effects of the gel, sending bolts of arousal to my clit, which he’s now swirling his slick fingers around. He didn’t give me permission to flex my hips, so I strain to keep still.
“There we go. Does that feel nice?”
“Yes,” I whimper. “So good.”
He taps my clit three times, just tiny little smacks. “Excellent.” He returns the bottle to the table, wipes his fingers on the towel, and motions for me to spin around. “Get back on my cock now.”
Eagerly, I make short work of settling on his lap and impaling myself on his dick. The urge to ride him is almost too much to contain, but he grips my waist and holds me in place.
Showering my flesh with affection, he kisses my shoulder and then my neck, running his tongue up to my collar. Every time I get a glimpse of it in the mirror, I get a chorus of love resonating through me.
He grabs the wand vibrator again, clicks it on, and slowly wraps his arm around me, heading to the apex of my thighs. Instead of putting it right where I want it, he teases my lower belly, right over my pubic bone.
Sooo close.
I watch with delicious anticipation, practically frothing at the mouth.
Not to be dramatic, but if I don’t come soon, I’ll likely die.
My clit is already vibrating from the cooling lube, which does much more than create a chilling sensation. It’s sending ripples of euphoria throughout my entire core. And my nipples are so pebbled and sensitive that a stiff breeze could make me come.
He wraps his right hand around my upper body, locking his hand over the collar and pulling me backward. “Keep those legs spread wide, hold still, and feel my cock inside you, sugar bear.”
The possessive hold he has over me sends me into begging territory. “Can I squeeze my nipples, please? I need to so badly.” My voice is a whiny puff of air interspersed with raucous panting. Fucking hell. I’m going to explode.
“Since you asked like a good girl, yes.”
As soon as he finishes the sentence, my hands are on my nipples, rolling, squeezing, and tugging them between my fingers. “Shit, babe. I need to pump my hips so badly.”
More sternly, he says, “No. Hold them still so you can feel me inside you.”
He presses the wand to my clit as soon as he finishes giving his order, and my head flops backward. My moans quickly spike into shouts. Pleasure assaults me.
“Oh my god. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Oh my god,” I ramble nonsense gibberish as I batter my nipples and tilt my hips ever so slightly to press my clit harder into the vibrator head.
“You want to come for me, Lettie baby?” he taunts, his breath tickling my flesh. Tightening his grip on my neck, he adds, “You want to be my good girl and come all over my cock? Is that what you want?”
“Yes, I do. So badly. I fucking do,” I whine, tears pricking the back of my eyes from the onslaught of pleasure.
“Fucking come for me, sugar bear. Be my perfect girl, and come for me.”
Unable to stop myself any longer, I pump my hips, thrusting his cock in and out of me at an instantly frantic pace. “I can’t stop. Oh my god. I’m gonna come. I want to come.”
“Fucking shatter,” he grits out. “Look at your reflection at that sexy woman fucking me, and come on your cock.”
The erotic sight of me going absolutely feral on him and the tension in his face, as he holds himself back, sends me spiraling.
The warmth still pulsing in my ass, the sting and tingle of my nipples, and the fluttering tendrils of ecstasy pulsating through my clit are the cherry on top of his throbbing cock filling me so deep I fear I might split in two.
It’s almost there.
“So close, babe. So close,” I whine.
“Feel the pleasure, baby. Breathe and feel it. Let go. I love you. I’m here. You’re safe. I’m not going anywhere. You can come. Just let go.”
My keens grow louder, pleasure ratcheting as I levitate over the precipice.
“Imagine how good it’s going to feel when you spasm and clamp on my cock. Let go. Just let go. I love you so much. You’re safe with me.”
His words. His sweet and sexy words send me past the tipping point. One hand leaves my breast, quickly covering the vibrator and shoving it harder against my clit.
“Fuck. Oh my god, Tomer. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming .”
He snarls, a dark, menacing growl of ecstasy. His free hand leaves my neck and settles at my waist, resting on my hip. With a tight grip, he guides my movement while slamming himself into me with the full force that he’s been holding back this whole time.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry out, my outward words matching my internal thoughts precisely.
Yes. Finally.
The utterly intoxicating sound of his moans and barely audible curses heighten my pleasure, prolonging my orgasm.
This is undoubtedly the biggest and longest orgasm I’ve ever had.
“I’m still coming,” I scream through clenched teeth.
“I feel you. Fuck .” His grunts turn into that familiar sound, signaling his own release.
Despite my eyes wanting to stay closed, I force them back open so I can watch him. He sounds so fucking sexy.
He looks even sexier. Head thrown back. Veins bulging in his neck. Jaw clenched. Eyes slammed closed.
Eventually, we both grow still, sweat pours down my back and between my breasts. When I lick my lips, I taste the salty wetness of my perspiration.
On the inside, though, all I feel . . . is peace.
And also sated, but mostly peace.
He turns off the vibrator, setting it on the table.
“I love you,” I tell him.
“You’re such a good girl. I’m so damn proud of you, Lettie. So proud. You did so well.”
My eyes fasten shut, and I let my head sag on his shoulder, simply soaking up the contentment and joy.
We stay joined, breathing leveling out, and hands lovingly entangled.
It’s perfection.
At some point, Tomer pokes his head through my fog of bliss. “Lettie, is that lube still tingling down there?”
At his prompting, I focus my attention between my thighs. “Um. Yes. It is.”
My eyes spring open when I hear the click of the vibrator.
“One more. Just to be sure.”