“Dane,” I whispered in complete surrender. I reached above my head, to the nightstand, and jerked the drawer open. I fumbled through paperbacks, tissue packets, and throat spray for when the air got too dry.
Stretching beyond me, with a longer arm span, Dane grabbed my vibrator.
He eyed the battery-operated device. “Not one for bells and whistles?”
“Totally utilitarian,” I said.
He let out a humph, then handed it over. He went back to expertly massaging my breasts, rolling and lightly pinching my nipples, until I writhed beneath him and flames danced through my veins.
I turned the knob on the base. The low buzzing that suddenly filled the quiet room made me nearly heave the thing back into the drawer and slam it shut. Heat burst on my cheeks.
This was crazy. What the hell was I doing?
Dane kissed the tops of my breasts, then along my collarbone and up my neck. His teeth grazed, then nipped at my sensitive skin, just below my ear. That drove me wild. Spurred me on. Made it impossible for me to stop what he’d started.
I pressed the length of the shaft along my slick folds and a moan escaped my parted lips. I absorbed the tingles along my clit. Dane’s mouth wreaked havoc on my throat, finding the most delectable places to lightly bite and tease, heightening my arousal.
My eyelids drifted closed. Heat burned through me. I slid the vibrator back and forth, over my swollen, dewy flesh. Dane’s hand covered mine, adding a bit more pressure.
He murmured, “I want you to come again.”
I was amazed I could be so sexually charged. Fascinated by it as well.
Dane kissed me while coaxing my hand beneath his. The shaft penetrated my opening and he pushed it in deep. Pumped slowly.
The toy was narrow and not nearly as filling or gratifying as Dane’s cock inside me. But he worked me with faster strokes now, hitching my breath. He must have known some creative way to maneuver it between the V of his fingers and his palm, because his thumb was free to rub my clit.
He drew one of my nipples into his mouth and suckled deep. My fingers plowed through his hair.
I’d honestly thought I was too much of an intimacy-phobe to get into this, but Dane had me frantic for another release. My hips rolled and my hand at the back of his head kept him locked to me as his tongue and mouth did the most amazing things to my breasts and the taut peaks that begged for more and more of his attention.
I was a bit crazed.
“Fuck,” I mumured. “This really shouldn’t feel as good as it does.”
My vibrator couldn’t hold a candle to Dane, of course—and I felt his erection against my side, taunting me. But good Lord, he knew how to send me straight to the edge.
“Slips and slides nicely because you’re so wet.”
“You make me this wet.”
I didn’t bother giving credence to the blush crawling up my neck to my cheeks. I’d never been a prude, but with Dane, I was downright shameless. An addictive sensation. He was addictive.
More throaty moans fell from my lips as he worked me skillfully. My inner walls clutched tight and though I knew precisely what my body sought—Dane—I couldn’t deny the tension mounting within. He did the most incredible things to me.
“I thought you wanted to watch,” I mumbled as the breaking point neared.
“I am watching. But I need to be the one who makes you come.”
That did more insane things to my body.
“You’re so good at everything you do,” I said.
“Come for me. Now.”
“Yes. Oh, God … Yes!”
My hips raised and I let go under his talented command, whimpering his name as tremors rolled through me and exhilaration consumed me.