An unbridled moan tears through her throat. She pushes. I knead faster, harder, arm pumping, while she wails like a feral creature. The wild thing that she is.
My arousal ramps up parallel to hers. While technically I’m in control, she’s dragging me with her like a captive.
“Fuck, Tiss. You’re— I’m going to—” She clenches. That’s what does me in.
She moans her release, eyes wide and fixed on me. I come right along with her—a chain reaction triggered by her pleasure.
My vision blurs. My muscles burn. She’s still going, so I do too.
I don’t stop until she comes so hard her groan ends in a shriek and she sits up on the sofa, seizing my arm to still it. “El,shit! Oh, my gods. That was incredible.” Flushed and panting, she slumps back against the cushions. Rose petals scatter around us, drifting from her head. Her gaze sharpens on me. “Wait. Did you just—?”
“Uh-huh,” I admit, hanging my head. Reeling at what just happened.
“You can come? Just fromtouchingme?”
“Apparently,” I sputter. This is the first time I lose my shit from pleasuring her alone. It’s never happened to me before, and I’m actually a little embarrassed.
It will happen almost every time I take this woman to bed going forward.
My embarrassment dissolves when she sits up, her mouth claiming mine. Slinging her arms around me, she presses kisses over my face, neck, shoulders. Pheromones seep from her pores.
Hands at her waist, I say, “I think you’re ready now.”
“Ready for what?” she murmurs against my skin.
“There’s more.”
She draws back. “I wasn’t expecting anything else.”
“Oh, sweetheart.” I give a breathless chuckle. Tap the tip of her nose. “I’m just getting started.”
I go to my satchel on trembling legs. Pull out the part of me I promised myself I wouldn’t ever show her. Bring it back and drop to my knees. “Do you know what this is?”
Mouth falling open, she accepts the roughly phallic-shaped object. “Is that—?”
“My cock.”
She smiles, staring at it, cheeks flushed. “I didn’t know they made them like this. But then, I’ve never actually seen one before.”
“I had it made years ago. Don’t worry,” I smirk, just to be a wiseass, “I know how to use it.”
One eyebrow raised, she examines the elegant curves hewn from tight-grained cherry wood. Turns it around in her hands. “I’ll bet you do.”
Shaped to give pleasure to receiver and wearer alike, a bulb on one end meets the phallus on the other at a perpendicular angle. The woman who made it for me sanded it silky smooth. Sealed it with a safe resinous coating that took a week to cure and left its surface slick as glass.
Tiss inspects it raptly while I undress, stripping off everything but my sleeveless undershirt and the cloth band flattening my chest. I slip my legs into the leather harness. Adjust the buckles.
Finally, pulse throbbing in her throat, she whispers, “How does it work?”
I motion for her to hand it back. She’s riveted as I slip the phallic end through the harness’s front opening. Work the other end inside me.
Once seated comfortably with the harness tightened, it curves snugly around and up. The shorter, wider bulb fills me and rests deliciously behind my clit so that every motion transfers.
An extension of my body, the phallus is the euphoric actualization of something I often feel is missing during these days.
“You’re staring.” I step closer.
“Can… can I—?”
