A breathy sigh burst out of me and I looked up at him. He was staring at the blue octopus vibe as I held it steady, letting it pulse and twitch inside me. I liked this toy because it required very little of me. I could slide it in, read something naughty, and let my body do the rest. “It depends what I want.”
“What do you want right now?”
How was I supposed to answer that? How could anyone be expected to form words at a time like this?
“What doyouwant?” I asked.
He wheezed a humorless laugh and shoved a hand through his hair. “I wantthis.”
I clicked the rose to a higher setting. It nearly stole my words. “I don’t believe you.”
He dropped a hand to his lap. The back of the chair obscured his movements but the agony that twisted across his face told me everything about what he was doing. “Believe it, wife.”
The orgasm hit me a minute sooner than I’d expected. It came up fast and it blitzed through my muscles, leaving me shaky and uncoordinated. I blinked at Noah but my eyes wanted to stay closed. It was like I’d accidentally popped a sleeping pill instead of a multivitamin and now each blink lasted several minutes. I couldn’t get my thumb on the right button to switch off the rose, and the fingers on my other hand gave up holding on to the toy. I tried but I’d lost my depth perception along with all control over my body, and I ended up pinching at my inner thigh.
A feral sound snapped out of Noah as I went right on rolling my hips into the pulses and waves of my toys. It was mostly involuntary. Like I said, this vibe didn’t require much of me and since the power button had vanished from the rose, there was no reason to stop now.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He said this as if it was an insult. As if he was more than a little angry about it. “Just so fucking—”
He didn’t finish that thought because my inner muscles clenched hard and I cried out, a moany-groany jumble of swearing and sighing as another orgasm hit. This one was smaller. The first had knocked me over so this one could only kick at the rubble but that was all it took for the vibe to fall out of me and onto the floor in front of Noah.
“Oh my god,” I mumbled into my hand.
Noah bent to collect the toy from the floor. He switched it off before pushing to his feet and stepping up to the footboard. Running a hand up my inner thigh, he asked, “Do you want to keep going with this one?”
He covered the hand holding the rose to my clit. I shook my head. “I can’t find the button.”
“Let me take care of it for you.” After giving me one last lick from the toy, he pulled it away and turned it off. The hum of sex toys died. He brought a hand between my legs, gently covering me. “Is that better?”
I nodded. I felt like a child. An adorable, precious, depraved child. Maybe not an actual child but I most certainly felt precious. And so depraved. I mean, where the hell did all ofthatcome from?
Though the fog of orgasm was dense, I could see his thick erection trapped under his jeans. I held out a hand to him and he took it. But rather than climbing over me or unbuttoning those jeans, he pressed his lips to my palm.
“I want to do something for you,” I said.
He tapped a finger to my opening. “That was for me.”
“I want to do something you’ll enjoy,” I argued.
“Ididenjoy that.”
“But it’s your turn and—”
He kissed me, his lips hungry and insistent. “Listen to me, wife. I told you what I wanted when I asked you to show me how you use your toys. I watched you fuck yourself senseless and come until you went cross-eyed—twice.”
With the coordination of a newborn deer, I reached for his cock. “But—”
Just then, the kitchen door slammed shut and Gennie yelled, “I got to milk two whole goats!”
“Not right now, sweetheart.” He kissed my forehead, adding, “We have all the time in the world.”
He gathered up the toys and set them on the desk, and returned the chair to its original position. Still quivering everywhere and incapable of moving from this splayed-open position, I watched as he glanced at the items on the desk. Books, skincare, earrings. He reached for something in the ceramic bowl I used to store my everyday jewelry. I assumed it was another wonky pair of earrings, maybe the gourds that looked a little too phallic for school use.
But then I saw the ring of twine pinched between his fingers.
He didn’t have to say anything. He didn’t have to make a comment about me keeping it or stowing it in a place of importance. No words necessary. He could fill in the blanks, even if I was still hazy on some of the answers.
He returned it to the bowl and shifted to adjust himself. “I should check on Gennie,” he said. “You should—” He glanced around, his eyes brightening when he spotted my bathrobe. He draped it over me like a blanket and it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me after I’d masturbated in front of them. “I’ll keep her downstairs for a few hours.”
