I hear him walk into the room, shutting off the lights in the hallway. He comes in wearing his boxers that fit him like a second glove. Water actually pools in my mouth. I lean over, opening the light on the side table. It’s a dim light. “All clean,” he says, walking over to his side of the bed, peeling off the covers, and he stops. At first I don’t know what’s wrong till I look over and see the vibrator I forgot I put there. “What the fuck?”
“Oh, that.” I try to grab it, but he already has it in his hand. “I finished with it this morning after you left. I forgot.” I’m lying out of my teeth.
He turns the button on and all you see is the shaft move in circles, the silver pearls inside moving. He walks over to the window opens it and tosses the vibrator outside. I get up, rushing to the window.
“Are you insane?” I ask him, peering outside to see it lying in the middle of the road. “You could have hit a car, or better yet a person.”
“Where are the rest? Might as well get rid of them now,” he says, walking to my closet where he moves things around.
I close the window and follow him to my closet where he is tossing hangers left and right to see if maybe it’s hidden in the back. “Do you mind?” I ask him.
“Nope, I don’t mind at all,” he says, going to my shelves with my shoes.
I get in front of him. “Okay, that’s enough. You can do what you want, but the shoes, they don’t get touched.”
He laughs at me for a second and then he takes in my lace outfit. My breasts rise and fall while he watches. “Playtime is over,” he says. “Get on the bed, legs spread.”
My hand goes to my throat that has suddenly become drier than the ocean. “I,” I start to stutter, “I thought we were going to second base?” My heart is beating so loud I hear the echoes in my ears. “I think legs spread is a third base kind of thing.”
He walks toward me while I take a step back, my back hitting my shoe rack, his hand coming to touch my face, the light touch giving me goose bumps all over. “There’s nothing I’m going to do to you that you aren’t going to like.” His thumb goes down to my nipple that has perked up for him. He puts his thumb into his mouth and them comes back again. The wetness against the lace makes it tingle even more. “Your body lights up for me.” He continues going in a circle with his thumb, my eyes fixated on his hand. “Need a taste,” he says and I blink my eyes, not sure what he means. He wants a taste of what, me? But I don’t have to wait for long because he bends his head and his teeth bite my nipple right through my bra. His teeth clamp down on it. I wait for the pain, but it’s the opposite of pain. It’s need. The feeling goes straight to my stomach, which then goes straight to my core. My head flies back taking in the feeling. He sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, while his tongue turns around the puckered nipple. My hand flies into his hair. “Do I have your attention?” he asks the minute he lets my nipple go. My eyes slowly open, almost as if I’m in a haze. I nod my head yes because he’s got my attention and so much more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me.” He kisses my neck, my head moving to make way for him. “Please.”
“Well, since you asked so nice,” I say, walking to the bed. I get on it, not sure if I lie in the middle, on my side, or on his side. So I sit in the middle of the bed, my legs crossed Indian style. “So, as this is the first time I’ve gone to second base, I’m not sure where I should sit. I mean, I’ve had sex. Or maybe.”
“Babe, really, not a good time to talk about you in bed with someone else while I’m about to go to third base.” He gets on the bed with me and pushes me down, and pulls my legs, making my back hit the bed. “Trust me, when we have sex, you’ll fucking know you had it. And I’ll make damn fucking sure you feel me in there for weeks to come,” he tells me while he crawls over me. My hands start in his hair, running over his broad shoulders, down his thick arms. His lips come down on mine. My lips open for his tongue, my tongue seeking his. The kiss leaves me breathless. He kisses my chin, going down to my neck. His finger drags down the bra strap from my shoulder, till he stops at my elbow. His finger traces the top of the bra cup, slipping in to tease my nipple.