Can't Fix Cupid

I come down slowly, like one might awaken from a coma. I think I accidentally ascended through consciousness or some shit.

I’m so overly pulsated that I don’t even feel it when Warren finally lets up his relentless ministrations and removes the vibrator from my body.

I peel open a pair of wild, sex-juiced eyes and stare up at him in breathless reverence. “Marry me.”

Sitting back on his heels, he laughs before scooting up my body and planting a kiss on my lips. “Hasn’t anyone ever taught you never to propose after an orgasm?” he teases.

My head shakes in a graceless flop, as I still attempt to come down from that pinnacle he shot me up to. “No, because that’s a stupid rule. And I wasn’t proposing to you. I was proposing to the vibrator. That thing. Is. Amazing. I wanna spend the rest of my life with it.”

He laughs, but I’m not kidding.

I somehow find the strength to try to reach up and grab it where it’s clutched in his palm, but Warren moves way faster than me and holds it out of my reach. “Uh uh,” he says, waving it in front of me.

I swear, I don’t mean to lick my lips like a salivating dog as my eyes watch it longingly. It just happens.

“I’m the only one who gets to use this on you.”

I fall back on the bed in a huff. “What? Why?”

He leans down again, kissing me once, licking at the seam of my lips before answering. “Because. As long as we’re together, I’m the only one who gets to touch this pussy, understand?”

I find myself nodding automatically, just because I love his dirty possessiveness. It’s hot as fuck.

“Only I get to lick the cream you spill from your pretty cunt,” he goes on. “I get to watch you writhe and pant, to hear you mumble incoherently. So this? This is mine too,” he says, wagging the vibrator tauntingly in front of me. “Be a good girl, and I’ll use it on you again later.”

I scoff and roll my eyes, even though on the inside, I’m ready to paint a gold star on my boobs and wear a halo, because I will do whatever it takes to get him to use that enchanted little shimmy stick of delight on me again.

Still, I play it cool.

“I’ll totally be a good girl!” I blurt.

Okay. So not so cool, then.

He smirks down at me and then moves off the bed, still sporting a very impressive hard-on.

“Hey!” I say, pointing a finger at his dick. “I could orgasm you. That would make me a good girl. A great one, some might even say,” I say in a rush.

Did I sound desperate just then? Is my vagina controlling both sets of my lips now? Get your shit together, Vagina. We can’t let him know he has us under his vibrating thumb.

He grins at me with a wink.

Dammit. He knows.

“As much as I’d love for you to do that, I have to get ready for work, or I’ll be late,” he answers. “And since I already played

hooky with you yesterday, I’m way behind on things.”

I blow out a puff of disappointed air, my eyes watching the vibrator longingly as he takes it into the bathroom to wash it. I hear the sink run, and then he comes back out, opening his nightstand drawer to put it away. “Did you buy that thing just for me?”

He nods. “I just helped you cross off another to-do item from your list. You’re welcome,” he says cockily.

“You’re such a teacher’s pet,” I tease as I sit up on my elbows.

Warren runs his appreciative, hungry eyes over my body. “Fuck. You need to get out of my bed and put on some clothes, or I really will be late.”

With a smile, I get up from bed, stretching my arms and back lazily. I hear Warren groan behind me.

“What day is it?” I ask. “Maybe we can do some more fun things when you don’t have to work?”