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Rhett complied by rolling over onto her stomach and gasped at the warmth of his hands on the cheeks of her ass.
"There's that lovely bum. And this ..." He plucked at the string on the thong. "This is just sexy as hell, baby." He shifted behind her and unhooked her bra. "As pretty as this is, though, it's gotta go. Roll back over."
On her back again, she watched his face as he removed the bra and cupped her breasts in his palms. "I dreamed about these so many nights." Rhys leaned over and kissed her mouth, soft and warm and tender. "I missed you so much, Rhett. Thank you for welcoming me home in such spectacular fashion."
"I missed you, too," she whispered against his lips.
"Now, let's see." He pushed himself off the bed and stood regarding her. "I believe the agreement was that if I caught you—which I've done—I could do anything I wanted to you. Does that still stand?"
Apprehension made her muscles rigid. Yes, she said it, but now that it was time to pay up, she was a little frightened.
Then her eyes met his, and she relaxed. What it boiled down to was whether or not she trusted him.
And looking into those dark blue eyes, she saw that she could.
Because in addition to the overwhelming desire, she saw tenderness.
No matter what, she knew he wouldn't do anything she didn't like.
"Anything," she told him. "Anything at all."
"Perfect timing." He smiled at the question in her eyes. "I bought something while I was away, and I wondered how to bring it up with you. But now I don't have to, do I? I can just...use it. Spread your legs for me, baby."
Nerve endings sizzling with anticipation, Rhett did as he asked. Rhys bit his bottom lip and groaned softly.
"Damn, Rhett. You're so fucking beautiful.
" He bent forward and pressed his lips to the narrow strip of lace between her thighs and laughed low in his throat at the instinctive jerk of her hips.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard. But first things first." He stood up again and pointed at her. "Don't move."
Unable to remain still with her nerves jumping around like a squirrel on acid, she rolled her head to watch him walk across the room to where his suitcases were piled in the corner.
He lifted the largest one to a chair, unzipped it, and rummaged through the contents.
Whatever he took from it was hidden against his leg as he came back to stand at the foot of the bed.
He smiled down at her for a moment and held up what he brought for her. Her eyes widened at the sight of the shiny purple bullet-shaped vibrator.
"Ever used one of these before?"
Rhett shook her head. "No, never."
"Let's see how you like it, then." Straddling her again, he touched a switch on the bottom of the vibrator, and a low hum filled the room. "We'll start slow, all right?"
Rhett gasped when he touched it to one of her nipples. She waited, unsure what she was supposed to feel. It was pleasant, but not nearly as pleasant as when Rhys closed his mouth over her other breast.
A deep hum of pleasure rose from her throat, and she threaded her fingers through his hair.
But the pleasure was muted somehow. The body-tingling sensations she usually got from the touch of his tongue and the tug of his lips were missing.
Her attention was pulled away by the vibration against her other breast, and she shifted her shoulders, restless at the delay of gratification.
After a moment, Rhys raised his head and regarded her. "Not feeling it, are you?"
"Not really." She hated to admit it, afraid it made her appear cold or unwilling to experience new things. "The vibrator is a little distracting. I like your tongue better."
"Mm." He moved his hand, and the vibrator was gone. "My tongue likes you, too." With a smile, he pressed a kiss to her lips. "I like you. But let's see if you find this distracting in other places. Be right back."
In confusion, Rhett watched him place the still-buzzing vibrator on the mattress beside her, and cross to the chairs near the windows.
Her confusion grew when he returned with the seat cushions from two of the chairs, and she was downright confounded when he stacked them and slid them under her ass.
"I do have a purpose." He grinned at her, and she attempted to wipe some of the befuddlement from her face. "You'll see."
He picked up the vibrator again and settled himself between her open legs. "Tell me what you think of this."
When Rhys pressed the vibrator against the thin barrier of her thong, Rhett's eyes popped open wide. "Oh!"
"Is that a good 'oh,' or a bad 'oh?'"
"Good." Her breath was reduced to shallow pants. "Very good."
"Let's make it better."
The jolts of unbelievable pleasure grew more intense as he increased the vibrator's speed.
Rhett's panting turned to ragged gasps as she writhed on the pillows, and disintegrated into intermittent, quick sips of air when Rhys pushed aside the thin material of her thong and placed the vibrator against her sensitive skin.
"Give me your hands, Rhett." He sounded as breathless as she did. "That's right, both of them." His fingers wrapped her hands around the purple shaft. "Put it where it feels best, baby."
Any vestiges of shyness or self-consciousness were obliterated by the sensations that shook her body. She took the vibrator from Rhys and moved it until she found what could only be described as her sweet spot, the sweetest fucking spot anyone ever had.
"Christ, baby, you don't know what that does to me, to watch you pleasure yourself like that."
Rhett opened her eyes and saw Rhys shedding his clothes. As he lowered his boxer briefs and his magnificent erection came into view, a hot, anticipatory smile curved her lips.
"Oh, yes, I do know what that does to you." A breathless groan was wrenched from her as the buzzing device between her legs sent another shock-wave rocketing through her. "I want you inside me, Rhys."
"Let me give you what you want, then, Beautiful.
" He knelt on the bed before her, and the purpose for the pillows became clear.
Raised in the air like she was, it allowed Rhys to enter her while still using the vibrator to add to her pleasure.
And damn, was there ever pleasure when he slid inside her.
Rhett closed her eyes and went completely still, save for the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Something was building inside her, something hot and heavy and thick and sweet.
This was no orgasm she had coming, it was bigger than that, more intense, concentrated in every molecule of her body.
It terrified her and, at the same time, she strove toward it, desperate for it to reach its axis and overtake her.
Even though her body remained still on the outside, whatever was building was having an effect elsewhere. Rhys was certainly aware of it and was apparently enjoying the hell out of it.
"Christ, baby, the way you feel inside right now." The words were pushed from between gritted teeth. "That feels so fucking good." He began a slow, almost imperceptible stroke, barely rocking her body with his movements. But it was enough.
Whatever had been building inside her erupted, and behind her closed eyes everything went the stark, screaming white of a nuclear explosion.
It rushed through her like an atomic bomb and rendered her immobile as she was caught in its grip.
She couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't think.
All she could do was feel, and she never wanted it to stop.
Through the roaring in her ears, she heard Rhys's hoarse cry as he found his own release, and then the weight of his body dislodged the vibrator from between her legs. She released her grip on it as her muscles gave up the fight and went on strike, the aftermath leaving her unable to function.
Rhys's arms were behind her shoulders and under her back as he lifted her off the pillows and onto the mattress.
She reveled in the warmth of his body as he pulled her close since she was chilled by the sheen of sweat that covered every square inch of her skin.
Her nose pressed against his shoulder, and she breathed in the rich scent of dark chocolate.
The impulse to touch her tongue to his skin was overwhelming, but she couldn't summon the strength to do even that.
"Rhys, I can't move."
"You're just bottoming out, baby. You'll be all right." His arms tightened around her. "Just let me hold you."
His arms gave her safety and protection, and she gave up trying to move. A twilight-blue lethargy stole through her, and she let it come.
"Don't let me go." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"I won't."
The lethargy was fading to black, and Rhett knew she was on the verge of sleep, a sleep so deep she couldn't fight it. Just before she went completely under, the warmth of his lips touched her ear, and she heard his sweet, smoky whisper:
"Now that I've got you, I don't ever want to let you go."