“I spenthourschoosing those for you. I read all the specifications, the reviews. I thought about you reaching for them while I was away—and then showing me how they worked when I came home. But I don’t think I can wait that long.” With a growl, he scraped a hand down his chest and Ifeltthat touch. “Close the door. Lock it.”
I didn’t think before crossing the room, flattening a palm to the panel, and then flipping the lock. Didn’t consider what I was doing when I opened the package and cleaned off the purple toy with the enclosed wipes. They smelled like cucumber and aloe, which was maddeningly pleasant, and yep, this bad boy was fully charged.
“Take off your clothes,” he said. Another order. Anothergrowl.
I set my phone on the side table while I yanked off my pajamas, giving Ryan a fantastic view of the ceiling and pulling another impatient rumble from his chest.
“Calm down,” I said.
“Get in bed, Emmeline.”
I slipped under the covers and propped up my phone beside me, bringing my husband back into view. “It’s funny,” I started, shifting against the pillows to get comfortable, “how I haven’t heard you unzip anything yet.”
His smile in the dim light seemed dangerous. “Is that what you want, wifey?”
A startled, breathy noise panted out of me. I felt tight everywhere, desperately so—and silly too. Like I could do any outrageous thing and I’d get another one of those rare, precious smiles from him. I could sayanythingand he’d beg me for more. That I’d always be safe with him.
And I knew Iadoredthis man. That he wasmine.That it didn’t matter how any of this had started or where it was going because it was real and true, and he belonged to me. He’dalwaysbelonged to me.
“I love you,” I said, the cracking out of me like an accusation. “I’ve always loved you butI love youand I had to-to?—”
“I know, Emme. I love you too.”
“Like I’m your wife?” I asked. “Is that how you love me?”
“Youaremy wife,” he said, his voice like sandpaper. “And that’s the only way I ever want to love you.”
Tears welled in my eyes, but I couldn’t stop smiling. “Then it only seems fair for you to play with me.” I balled my fists under the sheets. I didn’t want him to see the tremor in my hands. Didn’t want him to know I felt like my chest was splitting open, like my heart wanted to break free from the cage of my ribs. “I don’t want to be alone.”
“Then you won’t be.” When he stood, he angled his phone down. It was too dark for me to make anything out more than shadowed outlines but he added, “Joggers. No zipper.”
I couldn’t help but sigh. His backside was downright biteable in those pants. “You’re so cute in joggers. You should wear them more often.”
“Baby, I’ll wear whatever the fuck you want, but right now, I need you to get to work.”
A shiver moved through me, a cool, spiraling snap of energy. “This one?” I held up the purple toy. I loved the look of the suction element. That thing was going to destroy me. And the vibe element had a nice, thick head. Combined, these features would scramble my brain in about a minute. “What do you want me to do with it?”
His head dropped back against the chair. “Just let me be there with you.”
I noticed his shoulder hitch every few seconds and I watched, a breath trapped in my chest. I faded into the sounds of rustling fabric and his ragged exhales as I moved the device between my legs. It was heavy and plush, and the anticipation that’d built in the past few minutes had me shuddering at the slightest touch.
I switched on the vibe and dragged it along my seam. I was already wet and clenching, and the deep, rolling rumbles of the toy hit me like a series of tiny, pinprick orgasms. “Oh my god,” I gasped.
Ryan groaned and I heard the light slap of skin. “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are,” he said, each word bitten out.
I held the toy to my clit, but I had to pull back. It was too much, too fast. I tried again with a bit less pressure and a long string of unintelligible swearing spilled from my mouth. I twisted and shook with every wave of vibrations. I knew my neck and cheeks were beet red, my body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. A minute in and I was already working hard for this orgasm.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Teasing my clit.”
Another gorgeous growl and then, “Show me.”
Honestly, I didn’t know where I found the audacity. I kicked away the blankets and grabbed the phone, holding it against my inner thigh. I didn’t know if the angle was any good and I refused to let myself think about how I looked in this position. There was no way in the world for this to be flattering—or just not awful—but I was in too deep to care about any of that.
“Fuuuuck.”I heard him swallow. “You are fucking perfect.”
I dragged the head down my seam and held it to my opening. The vibrations made it hard to keep my eyes open, to do anything more than dissolve into the bed as I moaned for more.
