He nods, his head resting against my shoulder. “Yeah,” he agrees, his voice filled with a quiet satisfaction. “We did.”
And we both know we are talking more about my growing ability to touch him, than his reading lesson.
He squirms a little, and I sense his unease before I taste his arousal.
“Sorry,” he whispers.
“It’s fine,” I assure him.
“It’s just, you know, cuddling in bed with my favorite person. My body is bound to get confused.”
My heart thumps. Low and heavy. I’m Sammy’s favorite person? That’s wonderful. He is definitely mine. And that’s not just the mate bond influencing my thoughts.
Our gazes lock. “It’s okay,” I say. Hopefully, he can see the truth of my words in my eyes.
Sammy’s lust doesn’t scare me. It’s not predatory. He desires me, not my flesh. It’s me he wants, not my body.
His arousal flows down our mate bond. It perfumes the air between us. I watch as his eyes grow dark and heavy with it.
“Do you wanna watch again?” he asks shyly.
I swallow and nod. I do want that. More than I have ever wanted anything.
Sammy sits up and moves away from me. He pulls his tee shirt off and his hair goes all frizzy. He licks his lips with his deliciously pink tongue. Then he lifts his hips off the bed and pulls his sweatpants off. He is not wearing any underwear. His cock is firm. Standing proud.
An idea swims through my mind and takes a hold of me. I can’t shake it off.
“I…er…saw something in your drawer last time. When I got the baby oil,” I stammer.
Sammy’s cheeks turn a cute shade of pink. “The vibrating butt plug?”
I nod.
“You want me to use it?” he asks.
I nod again. It seems I have forgotten how to talk.
“Okay,” says Sammy. His voice is all breathy and beautiful.
Silently, I turn and fetch the plug and the baby oil out of the drawer and hand both to him. He takes them, and I watch, mesmerized, as he smothers the cone-shaped plug with oil. The silicone is black, and it gleams when it is oiled.
Sammy hands me the bottle of baby oil. Then he lies down on his back and spreads his legs. I stare into his eyes as he works the plug into his body. His eyes sparkle with pleasure and I could drink in the sight forever.
“The remote is in the drawer,” he grins.
Wordlessly, I grab it and hold it out to him.
He shakes his head. “You take it.”
My heart skips and my stomach swoops. Desire coils in my guts. Sammy has all the best ideas.
He slowly raises his hands above his head and takes a firm hold of the headboard. His tongue slides along his plump bottom lip and he nods.
I press the on button.
He tilts his head back, baring his long, slender throat to me. The buzzing sound of the plug is harsh, but I love that it is already giving Sammy pleasure.
I turn the dial down. I don’t want this to end too soon. Sammy deserves hours and hours of pleasure. As much as his body and mind can take. I’ll bring him to the edge over and over again until he is bucking and writhing and screaming my name.
