He hummed. “You told me once toys were cold.”
“Oh, fuck. Conor. You’re perfect,” I warbled as he flicked on the power. I couldn’t even be mad about his chuckle, not when he deserved it.
If the device had blown my mind before, this was going to wreck my body.
The sensations shuttled along my nerve endings until I was panting within seconds of him hitting the button.
It was warm. So warm. Tingling but with a solid buzz that murmured through to my soul. That murmur built. Slowly but surely until every inch of my channel felt it. The little bumps he’d shown me earlier settled into place, and so did the notches on his doohickey par excellence until I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head as the welter of sensation overtook me.
That low-level, incessant buzz rumbled into being until my whole lower body was in on the action.
He pressed something that turned it down and I blinked at him. His knuckles ran along my bottom lip before he sucked them into his mouth.
When he stood, I grabbed his hips for support because even at a lower setting, it was somehow all the more insidious.
A different kind of intensity.
Seeing as I’d rocked forward, the whole thing shifted inside me, directly impacting my clit.
My muscles contracted and I came.
Just like that.
So simple. So complex.
No short, sharp release.
But slow and delicious and all-encompassing. Sweet. Like an orgasm withhim. My toes curled and my fingers dug into his hips as I drew him closer to me because holy fuck, my man deserved a reward.
Overwhelmed and overwrought and over-everything, I whimpered. “Conor.”
His name was all I could say. Again.
Because he blew my heart wide open.
His smile wasn’t smug, just happy. He didn’t ask me if it was good. He didn’t need to.
His hand stroked through my hair as he let me come down. Now that I’d had two orgasms, I was slaloming into recharge mode. I had no idea how he’d hard-wired my body, but thank fuck he had.
With the toy humming away, I released my hold on his hips and cupped my tits together. When he eagerly shuffled nearer, I pressed him between their pillowy softness.
His raw groan matched my earlier one, but it hit deeper because I knew he was ready from watchingmeget off.
And it was insane and delicious and made me shiver in a way that had nothing to do with a sex toy that his genius had literally created.
All that pre-cum lubed up my tits as he fucked them, hips pumping as I lowered my head and made sure to suck on his tip with every thrust.
He kept it slow and low-pressure and all the while, he growled shit like, “You are so fucking perfect, Star.”
“God, your mouth. Your fucking mouth.”
“You are so hot. God, you’re my fucking everything.”
“How are your tits so perfect? I fit between them like they were made for me. You are so gorgeous. Look at you. Jesus. Just fucking look at you?—”
Then, my wily man pulled another ace from the deck…
I heard the click before I registered what it was.
